Transcribe
Translate
Quanta, v. 1, issue 3, August 1949
Page 20
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
20. THE GREAT KING By Louis E. Garner, Jr. I sit in solemn splendor upon my great throne, high above the multitudes. My lowly subjects crowd ever closer, each straining for a sight of my magnificent presence, each trying to edge closer to my dignified and glorious personage. With a generous and gracious hand, I dispense manna to the crowds ....sometimes generous and sometimes careful in my dispensations. They, my subjects, fawn about me, each singing and shouting my praises, each working for my attention, in hopes that I might feel moved to notice them and to extend a particularly choice tidbit....that I might make a contribution greater than those dispensed to the common masses. My favors are bestowed carefully, with the full knowledge of my superior and all-knowing wisdom.....not to the meek do I give the greatest, nor to those greedy ones who push the front by sheer physical strength, but to those who have the courage to try and to ask and to work for my favors, regardless of their native strength; and to those who show more courage than the rest....to those who will come to my very hands, humble, meek, yet overcoming their fear of my greatness, acknowledging my superiority and greatness....to those I give the most. Yea, I dispense manna to the multitudes with hands so powerful that a single clenching could wring the last drop of life from any of my subjects. Generous am I, and good, and powerful, and wise....yea, and beautiful and mysterious to those insignificant crowds who fawn about me. My blood runs warm, and tiny thrills run rampant over my body as I realize, in my all-seeing wisdom, the wonderful adoration which these, my many subjects, give unto me. And I am moved to even greater generosity...dipping into unlimited stores of goodness and dispensing with an all enclosing hand the sweet manna from my heavens. Even the greatest of these lowly crowds are insignificant beside my shining and glorious presence, are as feathers to be blown aside by my breath...to be tossed in the winds which I can stir with my hands. Great am I, powerful in my wisdom and strength, yet even I am amazed and astounded by the utter adoration showered upon me by the lowly ones. Yea, in contemplating their sheer love of my presence, their overwhelming desire to be near me, mine own importance, great as it is, is raised to even higher heights...... Gosh! When you really want tons of ego-boo, simply go to the nearest park......you'll love feeding pigeons! - SATISFIED? -
Saving...
prev
next
20. THE GREAT KING By Louis E. Garner, Jr. I sit in solemn splendor upon my great throne, high above the multitudes. My lowly subjects crowd ever closer, each straining for a sight of my magnificent presence, each trying to edge closer to my dignified and glorious personage. With a generous and gracious hand, I dispense manna to the crowds ....sometimes generous and sometimes careful in my dispensations. They, my subjects, fawn about me, each singing and shouting my praises, each working for my attention, in hopes that I might feel moved to notice them and to extend a particularly choice tidbit....that I might make a contribution greater than those dispensed to the common masses. My favors are bestowed carefully, with the full knowledge of my superior and all-knowing wisdom.....not to the meek do I give the greatest, nor to those greedy ones who push the front by sheer physical strength, but to those who have the courage to try and to ask and to work for my favors, regardless of their native strength; and to those who show more courage than the rest....to those who will come to my very hands, humble, meek, yet overcoming their fear of my greatness, acknowledging my superiority and greatness....to those I give the most. Yea, I dispense manna to the multitudes with hands so powerful that a single clenching could wring the last drop of life from any of my subjects. Generous am I, and good, and powerful, and wise....yea, and beautiful and mysterious to those insignificant crowds who fawn about me. My blood runs warm, and tiny thrills run rampant over my body as I realize, in my all-seeing wisdom, the wonderful adoration which these, my many subjects, give unto me. And I am moved to even greater generosity...dipping into unlimited stores of goodness and dispensing with an all enclosing hand the sweet manna from my heavens. Even the greatest of these lowly crowds are insignificant beside my shining and glorious presence, are as feathers to be blown aside by my breath...to be tossed in the winds which I can stir with my hands. Great am I, powerful in my wisdom and strength, yet even I am amazed and astounded by the utter adoration showered upon me by the lowly ones. Yea, in contemplating their sheer love of my presence, their overwhelming desire to be near me, mine own importance, great as it is, is raised to even higher heights...... Gosh! When you really want tons of ego-boo, simply go to the nearest park......you'll love feeding pigeons! - SATISFIED? -
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
