Do you believe the son?and if no, may I ask why?Also you asked if God confused day and night? I see that there's something thatholds one in a sense of partialfreedom when writingsay it's meand writingwhat comes to mindis like a Michel Basquit'paintingI see others writing that wayusing words as bright wild paintthrown across the canvasand when it endsit makes no senseI fell victim tothat style of expressin, but"it is what it is"did you get the ' I and izod without the croc?' in another poem?if not it meant to back around, but withoutfashion, just be you and others will to.Yes anotherhuhh???? from youeh?