Counsel Through the Generations

As I was told so do I tell it, my only son. “They rotate and keep changing their faces. Their sole aim is to mislead you about their thoughts. They revolve and keep changing positions. When it’s sweet they come, go when bitter. They forget in their attempt to outwit that you are stationary. For your values are steadfast. You never cease to shine, Your commitments are unwavering. You do not imitate them, they do you! For in that second in their changing, they are fixed. Their values and commitments at a point in time align with yours. Your bright light shines on them as they change. Your principles in dealing with all men unchanging. Even on their dark side, you are still reflected there. As they plan your fall you are their spring. They rotate and dance around because of you. For your power, they keep altering behaviour. Your mass bends time and space to permit their dance. Your integrity permeates boundaries and time zones opening progress doors. But this fact is relative to those who comprehend. Indeed! it’s relative to those who comprehend! Without you in place there no “Centri”. Without you, the centres hold not! Centri can’t be fugal. The music stops, the dance ends. All stop their fictitious center fleeing Centri can’t be petal. The flower blooms not and so does progress. All stop their real centre seeking. Though the ruler, subject you are, to their ultimate progress. Everyone dies, so when your time is due, Look to your distant brothers who twinkle no more, And humbly bow out, for at that spectacle though brief, You outshine those who hung on. These have been passed down from generation to generation, Since the first complete rotation and its products known, The world’s knowledge at its peak reaching yet messages within these unknown.” I’m a son, son, pay heed to these words. The oldest among the living who heard these same words is my grandfather.