To procreate countless more of your kind was inherently natural;
but to instill in them the irrefutably invincible principles of mankind; was a majestically impeccable art, To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly piquant food on this Universe was inevitably natural; but to scrupulously digest them and yet sparkle into an ocean of celestially rubicund health; was a perseveringly magical art, To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize uninhibitedly about all ingratiating exoticism on this planet was blissfully natural; but to manifest all those spell binding dreams into an eternal reality; was an unassailably enduring art, To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid soul was poignantly natural; but to invincibly march forward in united patriotism to annihilate the last iota of evil from your sacrosanct motherland; was an indefatigably resplendent art, To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant Sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize every bit of your marvelously sparkling freshness to enlighten all despicably bereaved humanity; was an ebulliently gutsy art, To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation was exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously disseminate the same unending happiness in every dwelling besieged with horrifically remorseful despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art, To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own religion was holistically natural; but to unequivocally preach the religion of humanity till the last breath of your existing life; was a grandiloquently benign art, To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing petals of rose and insatiably overwhelming scent was scintillatingly natural; but to waft the Omnipotent scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously manipulative cranny of this earth; was a timelessly mesmerizing art,
To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the atmosphere was
quintessentially natural; but to tirelessly propagate every element of your ebullience to all those miserably crippled and penurious destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art, To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene objects around you was instinctively natural; but to altruistically become the walking stick of all those horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a miraculously Omniscient art, To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries of wealth in the best possible gains was prudently natural; but to chivalrously dissipate even a minuscule fraction of your opulence to the service of the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually sacred art, To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously sensuous freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to hoist all those bereft of hands and feet to destinations transcending the land of paradise; was a benevolently bequeathing art, To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt gorily shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to perennially ensure that the entire planet irrevocably clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a gloriously princely art, To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood in your countenance was poignantly natural; but to selflessly shed the same for your countrymen incarcerated with treacherous despair; was a glitteringly Omnipresent art, To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal pearls and ornaments was splendidly natural; but to stupendously embellish the fabric of all despicably dithering mankind with untamed cloudbursts of love; was a ubiquitously charismatic art, To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically natural; but to wholesomely decimate the salacious web
of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice of
unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally regale art, To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with the most prolific of intensity was indispensably natural; but to aristocratically placate the brutally traumatized agony of all those miserably divested with each of your breath; was a passionately Almighty art, To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of your every dream was tumultuously natural; but dedicating every single beat of your heart to all those orphaned and acrimoniously betrayed; was an unfathomably heavenly art, And to rhapsodically live this birth and intransigently perceive to survive for an infinite more births yet to come was incredulously natural; but sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and vibrant courage; was an immortally living art.
Andrew T. Lincoln Paradise Now and Not Yet Studies in The Role of The Heavenly Dimension in Pauls Thought With Special Reference To His Eschatology Society For New T