The Creations of Men

            How magnificent they are, the creations of men.  What a rich world of treasures and beauties, books and symphonies, films and festivals we live in.  Such greatness lies in the monuments that are dedicate to our Gods and saints as well.  Even our inventions, which often do as much harm as good, are blessed with a type of divinity that only evolution could summon.   

If I were a great man, I’d build towers to the sky, write novels as long as The Magic Mountain, and paint portraits of every beautiful woman I see.  I’d stand up in the face of tyranny and give speeches that could release fear from the hearts of men.  I’d write sacred verses full of wisdom and pass them on from city to city.  I’d be an Olympic champion who could run for miles upon miles, or a powerful slugger who could launch baseballs to the moon.  I’d build ships, cars and rockets, so that I may explore the infinite number of worlds beyond our own. 

But if I were truly a great man, I’d settle down and start a family.  I’d pass my God-given talents on to my young ones, and love every inch of their bodies, as I would my wife.  The years would pass by slowly in the loving warmth of my home, where the fruits of charity, compassion, and grace bloom so abundantly that the Tree of Knowledge wouldn’t allow any room for poisonous serpents.  For the greatest thing a man can give is his love, even if his talents soar higher than a mountain.