I was always fascinated by the story of Babel
Which could be said to be the story of mankind:
โTo become Godsโ or โTo find Godโ or โTo kill Godโ.
It is the story of ascent like that of mystics
But with the spirituality of warriors, kings, and conquerors.
I am a man, just a man, so I too think I know how men
Think. We want to climb the tower, holy or not
To achieve. Maybe we were uncomfortable in our baggy skins,
Disgusted by our flesh that is so easily bruised… and our egos.
As if in our old souls, we knew. That earth
And our allotted lotteries were not enoughโ
That there was something in us unfinished. Well, ironically,
It took someone stepping down, somewhat from that
Broken tower of ambition, to show us in all humility,
Clothed in our skin but not in our ancient weakness,
Not like Superman from the comic books but instead a poor criminal
Broken to show us that to be truly human is to truly be like God.