Art begged Almighty Me: “Pray tell Lord; bestow more imprimaturs. Illume with more clues. “Bestowed, Arthur, My imprimatur. … Expound upon what Me’s bequeathed you.”

This past 8-6, a pine tree near fell on six already battered heads. What might well have truly been a fatal speed bump became a sign to duly …

… reflect, give thanks and get down to brass tack tasks at hand, … less than hamhandedly. … For those who want to be … have got to be.

Prayer is meditative. Meditation, however, needn’t necessarily be prayer. … Absent meditation tho, you’ll ne’er see Big Pictures … from atop King’s Mountain.

“It’s not about you”. … The opening sentence of Pastor Rick Warren’s landmark text … seared its mark upon Arthur and his unlikely companion co-wits.

Nazcan lines … UFOs, … ancient prophets … and seers, et. al., surreally (really) clue you to do … what a homo sapiens … got to do.

So far … so good. … You’ve reflected upon magnificent doors; those to His Eternal Kingdom. … Alkie Art, … a thorn-laden rose … by another name … sparked a phenomenon.