Animals live in the wild. Let them.
Men in war are forced into the wild. Pity them
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down. When the man comes around
(--from song, The Man Comes Around, by Johnny Cash)
Wilderness is a thin demarcation from civilized society. It's hard to discern the line.
This side and that side are indecipherable.
Inside and outside have no boundary.
Heaven and earth were once a comfortable distinction.
We're not so sure of any of the previous dualities anymore.
That is both a blessing and a curse.