By chasing away the sharp arrows of myths darted by the venomous sun of old premeditated prophecies, human thought declares its well-deserved victory.

John 12:12-19
Jesus Comes to Jerusalem as King
12 The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. 13 They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting,

“Hosanna![a]”

“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”[b]

“Blessed is the king of Israel!”

14 Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, as it is written:

15 “Do not be afraid, Daughter Zion-;-
see, your king is coming,
seated on a donkey’s colt.”[c]

16 At first his disciples did not understand all this. Only after Jesus was glorified did they realize that these things had been written about him and that these things had been done to him.

17 Now the crowd that was with him when he called Lazarus from the tomb and raised him from the dead continued to spread the word. 18 Many people, because they had heard that he had performed this sign, went out to meet him. 19 So the Pharisees said to one another, “See, this is getting us nowhere. Look how the whole world has gone after him!”
In keeping with the same novelistic style, the human mind is no longer the seat of ethical thought but the black box tormented by the illusion of "royalty", hence the intellectual necessity to establish the close link between the mind and the soul, which by human nature is the summit of the mind.
Indeed the debates constructed by the human mind are the fruits of the soul and not conversations that flutter in the corridor of the soul s death which amounts to a bruised void that receives the -dir-ectives of the "masters" in a slave-like perspective by nature despised always looking for a master to worship.
And this attitude testifies to the emptiness of all spirit and soul and reduces the person to a heap of nonsense aimed at gathering bits and pieces in the misty seasons and gleaning some mediocre profits.
Thus, for lack of dignity, the heaps of nonsense lost forever in the torments of inner emptiness seek to express a terrible hunger that gnaws at them and subsequently -dir-ect the conversation to symbolism, i.e. they are characters marked by the truth of their hunger concretised by the search for tidbits and who subsequently put on theatrical costumes in order to identify with characters from the tales of the kings and the ancient lyre
Hence the polluted air of useless breaths that amount to foggy smoke that intoxicates the mind, which is carried away by the illusions of a "divine" king who, because he does not believe in the existence of a god, claims to be a god himself-;- thus, it is a divine king who does not believe in a god, but who believes in the divinity of his royalty!
A royalty without-limit-s and without restrictions which is summed up in a haughty individual who believes himself to be superior to others and who finds in "political power" a means enabling him to crush others.
Indeed, to evoke "Platonic reminiscence" is an act of faith in a "knowledge acquired in a previous life, when the soul, which lived in the supra-sensible world of essences, contemplated ideas" in the supreme temple of the Being who exists through his thoughts and ideas which define him as a thinking being by nature ancient he thinks by what he is and he is because he thinks.
Hence the return to substantial knowledge awakened by the ideas anchored in the temple of the soul and which drives out the fortuitous character of any act of the mind: thought.
And beyond, the thought is not sought in the vestiges of the memory "as coming from the bottom of the ages" but it is awakened by the former and interior knowledge which emanates from the soul of the supreme being and which cannot come preconceived ideas shaped by the dangerous legendary stories of the prophets, saints and apostles in order to bury the soul in the abyss of myths.
This is how the soul contemplates the depths of the Supreme Being in order to create another way of reviving the previous and inner ideas more mature and closer to the substance of being thinker.
Thus chasing the arrows darted by the burning sun of the prophecies warmly welcomed by the mass that the idea of the crime darted in it like a fatality dictated by the "prophets".
The spirit thus trapped by the myths of the gods and the prophets, is lost forever in the sluice of the troubled waters of an apocalypse through which the old reptiles dart venom on the supreme child so that the horror of the crime unpunished takes over the purity of the prodigal soul.

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