I. I came to know this kingdom early being the grandson of a orator of this spectacle of reflectives of something deeper and always elusive. This kingdom that speaks of mysteries of the universe and God as if they are things to hold and not behold. This dreaming poet never really fit in your premade molds did he. But I sat in your pews and listened to all the smoke and mirrors refutation and while this kingdom's good was seen and known and shall not be forgotten if truth be told I always left its halls a little wanting. And yet I dressed myself in it's doctrines and creeds and even found myself behinds its pulpits a time or two. And in the end of my time in this kingdom I was left at the fork and two choices yet not really a choice at all. I heard the cry's of those hurt by this kingdom's vices of greed and power that are still screaming for justice and reconciliation and being met with this kingdom's pride that will not yield but instead hides and conceals and in this misses the point of the...