Arthur’s child should have been 21 years young this upcoming October. He
misses him, or alternatively, her. What might she
have been like? What might have he have accomplished? Were their destinies
reversed, might (s)he … wannabe?

Ideally, he or she’d have been like little Lori Anne, who at six, came to be
the youngest qualifier for a National Bee ever. She
practiced her spelling while vaulting on trampolines. What she’s got can’t be
bottled … but it can be … copied.

The loss of a child is ever an unconsolable tragedy. Those left behind find, in Him,
strength. How far greater then the loss of ALL children from
super-tragedies, now looming? What if, in acting like children, we lose them?
Heed the cries of all of them … Jew, Christian and Muslim.

Abubakar Shekau and Boko Haram are the proof of this inedible pudding. The Jinn
sow the Devil’s evil resolutely, albeit, abominably.
This nation-state thing is dragging us down. How long then until we are secure in
a global citizenship that does away with … ‘national’ sovereignties?

Wherefore Arthur asks, as William Shakespeare so similarly and famously inquired
some few centuries ago: “To be, or not to be?”
Indeed, that’s the question that so ardently, and exigently, begs to be answered.
All await a reply … optimistically.

#Twitterfiction: Allah-God-Jehovah-Yahweh is The One Almighty Author of the Qu’ran,
and the Testaments (Old and New); pluralistic … amens.

#Twitterfiction: The spirit of chachomanopapa@wordpress.com is in its
evangelism sans proselytism … every man free to do, as he deems fit.

#Twitterfiction: Come to chachomanopapa@wordpress.com, and to its analog
@chachomanopapa, on Twitter. A book … from tweets … and a blog.

Tetragrammaton is that mysterious four letter transliteration acting,
as substitute and symbol for the ineffable
name of God. To this day, Jews neither speak nor write it to avoid somehow profaning
it …. It and Adonai … form Jehovah.

Allah, God, Jehovah and Yahweh is the One Almighty Author of the Holy
Qu’ran and the Testaments (Old and New). The brotherhood
of all men, is therein commanded. Yet, that aspect of our faiths we expressly,
by our actions … belie. If we could, should …

… we be brotherly to our brethren? If we could, should we be neighborly,
to our neighbor, who as well, is our brethren whether,
we know him well, or not? If we could, should we be, to an itinerant stranger, friendly?
After all … he too is … a blood brother.

God’s intent is patently clear. Our pluralistic Scriptures expressly make of all
men a community; all free to believe, or not.
Leave judging to the Creator. Ask questions. Conduct inventories. Tear down the walls
immuring us …. Connect with all … or not.

Absolutely leave, the judging to Him. In all things, don’t substitute puny human
judgment for His. The spirit of chachomanopapa is in its
evangelism, sans proselytism. All hear what everybody’s got to say. Every man,
free (within law) … to do … as he deems fit.

Wisdom’s prism is revelatory. God’s Scriptures, the stories of peoples and prophets,
and (wo)man’s sum knowledge, through their books, may conjunctively
relegate red-herring controversies to their place, i.e., academic debate. Let’s profit
from heavens, flora and fauna. They make easy …

… decisions not to doubt, as does the agnostic; or affirmatively, deny,
as does the atheist. The Council wonder then,
who, when the shit hits the fan, of those who recant at the end, may rely,
on His loving and forgiving nature … then?

An enhanced capability to communicate with one another is the key
to achieving a semblance of peace, prosperity,
and a benevolence borne of love. The net may transform confining ubiety,
to a semblance of God-like … ubiquity.

Of the but sixty-six world leaders with Twitter accounts, only Queen Noor of Jordan
describes herself as a global citizen. For that reason, Arthur
calls upon her to bring the weight of her celebrity, as Queen Dowager of Jordan,
to follow him … on Twitter.

Arthur respectfully requests therefore, on behalf of his co-authors on The Council,
that Her Highness follow Arthur and re-tweet their tweets, unusual.
For while the tribal nation-states recognize not any citizenship that is global,
that we evolve to … just such a citizenship … is vital.

The Wine & Cheese Miracles … an Atlas Tweeted caps what’s been a Blitzkrieg of English
upon a globe’s nonfictional dialog … nightmarish!

After Greek, English is only the world’s 2nd lingua franca. A rich vocabulary and easy
rhymes are at home in song, psalm, prose … or poetry.

The richest tongue (by word count) owes its extreme wealth to heavy
borrowing from other tongues and the quirks of His timing … uncanny.

To wit: There are more English-speaking Chinese than Americans; perhaps more Chinese wits
than Americans know a twit from a tweet. Tweet it!

Tweet is commonly understood, but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter
or taunt. Hmm. Curiously, our host is Twitter … not Tweeter.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter albeit an intriguing riddle isn’t the point. It’s that Nelson’s legacy
calls for reconciliation … immediately.

George Bernard Shaw once wrote, “Some see the world as it is and ask, “Why? I see
the world as it ought to be and ask, why not?” We ought wisely emulate
that attitude as it is more our learned conduct and less our nature that may key,
our belated … fate.

Super-sized capabilities are tantalizingly within our reach. What if we
asked of ourselves “what if” a whole lot more often than we
do? Were we to do so and then follow through with affirmatively
reinforcing action … that’s the vision … nutshelled.

What if? What if a whole bunch of folks were, actually on the same page at the same
time? Acting in concert. Uh-huh. Waccha sellin’ Art?
Glad you asked; we’re selling asking “What if?” We’re selling there’s a lot in a name.
The Wine and Cheese Miracles is … a good place to start.

The Crew’s selling that since making money’s honey and lots of people want but to do
everything that’s ever been done under bodies
heavenly, souls drift and causes beg. What if The Wine and Cheese Miracles show how to
begin to act … much more … proactively?

What if a whole bunch of folks actually act upon what is read hereinafter?
What if a whole bunch of folks actually act, not
on impulse but upon conviction? The Crew’s selling that even amusement defers
to conviction … in marketers’ … argot.

The Crew’s selling that the wisdom of ages, past and present, is thankfully,
priceless as it is, practically freely
available. There is a wisely smarter way to run this planet. Regrettably
though … change oft is … revolutionary.

Oh what a specious species are we! Scant resources have the haves and have-nots
half nuts; the ever worsening plight of the have-nots
and crushing economic pressure, on both haves and have-nots alike, promises lots
of holocausts anew between the haves … and the nots.

Alas, NaPoWriMo is over. However, there’s an exceedingly brilliant bright side to its termination;
for there is no good reason not to go on writing poetry, so emotive.
Accordingly, Arthur and his inter-galactic critter pals may continue on their impossible mission;
a mission … so creatively … palliative.

In prayer, Art has asked God if he’s gone freaking mad? He’s asked about you too. Really,
who’s sane? Was only he, mad? Or, alternatively, are all of you, too?
Really surreal ironies, across the ages, are clues. Urantia, Casee, eerie
ancient lore … and more; all … are clues.

It’d all begun dreamily; a precursor plan, unceremoniously panned, was an event
that led to Art’s asking God for a sure Way to a movement, invent.
His spiritual intervention came nightly in Arthur’s dreams and meant
that a Crew, in dreams, easily … came … and went.

A wretch fully as wretched as Paul and as regretful as Augustine, Arthur’s dreams
implausibly brought him some critter friends to make a silk purse out of a
sow’s ear. With the help of His spiritual intervention, in nightly dreams,
they conjured there … chachomanopapa.

Who, or what, is chachomanopapa? Chachomanopapa’s a means to an eminently desirable end.
Viral, not physical, it is less a who, than
a what. Moreover, it’s many things. One is a symbol of an idea whose time is at hand,
amongst them questions like, “What’s the plan … Stan?”

Chachomanopapa’s every two syllables are the Spanish diminutives for, boy, brother
and father, fashioned into an evocatively provocative single
word. The transcendences we undergo from boys to fathers and from girls to mothers,
mirror our lives… our challenge-laden crucibles.

Chachomanopapa’s meant to both noun and verb be; to be both that place on the net
where we’re reborn, learn, earn, and transcend to views that come
into view, from atop the mountaintop from atop which Dr. King (who can forget),
dreamt of a world more like … His Kingdom … come.

Notwithstanding implausibility, the Crew knew exactly what to do, when to timely
do it, and how best to do it. Art gaped, dumbfounded. “See …”
they said, “… what you’ve done is good; for very good, expand it artfully, into epic poetry.
Write something honoring our Almighty … to forge … (wo)man’s destiny.”

On this final day of #NapoWriMo, a breaking headline; no stay … of execution;
no stay of execution; not for Oklahoma inmates; not for us;
nor for Afghans, Iraqis, Syrians and, most recently, the Ukrainians.
But it’s a new day. We are one … all seven billion … of us.

Seven billion or so of us are, along with Mother Earth and all of its denizens, one.
So, once upon a time, God googled a gaggle of six inter-galactics,
giving them a seemingly impossible mission; to tweet (wo)mankind into submission.
How on Earth would Allah/God/Yahweh have the tweeters do it?

“What ten words do you bequeath?” each inter-galactic was e-mailed, identically.
All were from a resident at bliss dot com. Surreally,
upon each not finding any resident there but implausibly, only
each other, over wine, cheese and the net was a Council born … dreamily.

The six surmised He would have them tweet, to blog, to write, a nonfictional,
fiction. And so they wrote The Wine and Cheese Miracles
… An Atlas … Tweeted. While dreaming, tweeting, blogging and drafting The Miracles;
they discovered … secrets … alchemical.

And so came to pass upon Milky Way dreams that delightful interchanges ensued;
the setting; cyberspace; the pressing subject matters;
education, peace and prosperity. Six lives intertwined when somehow so summoned,
the subjects … on cue … all dreamed together.

In Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and now in the Ukraine, proudly inveterate nationals
reprise the Holocaust, unconsciously committed to the proposition,
that ‘never again’, be forever, again and again. To wit, Gog, a Russian national
stars in the chachomanopapa blog … of a fictional … nonfiction.