"Life's Quiet Evolution"

Sandwich "Life's Quiet Evolution" between two lines with five syllables and you have a compelling haiku.

Six syllables sandwiched between two lines with five syllables, a compelling haiku does not make.

Not with that attitude.

There are seven syllables in "Life's Quiet Evolution".

Can the eternal energy that is the collective consciousness and creator of all, aka god change the decimal number system as easily as a pantheist could dump the biblical blather that hampers his ascension unto heavenly comprehension?

MR SUPERNATURAL

I can't count, to one knee
I don't count, you'll see
New age, that's me
Tell you what you should be

I am Mr Supernatural
Call me Mr Supernatural

I don't drive too far
I live by the stars
I kneel down effete
On eternal repeat

I am Mr Supernatural
Call me Mr Supernatural

In English, each syllable has a vowel sound, the u in quite is silent, we don’t say cu-iet, so it’s quite obvious that the word quiet is one syllable.

Quiet is pronounced qui et, that's two syllables.

Are you quite sure?

Yes

"Life's Quiet Evolution"



You've made quite a meal of that, just quietly.

Tell us about evolution and life and triphthongs.

I believe that the first life form to crawl out of the primordial waters of the earth is connected to 'Who I Am' by a genetic thread of life that has never been broken.

I believe that Mankind had developed within the bodies of our animal ancestors and the 'The Son of Man' which is the spirits that is currently developing within the body of MAN, is the MOST-HIGH on the ladder of life, but He is not born until the umbilical cord that binds Him to His mother body in which HE is developing, is severed with the death of that body, in a little over a thousand years.

And so my friend, come soar with me
To the outer limits of reality
This universe, though wide it seems
Is but the shadow of our dreams
We are nought but knowledge in these tents
Refined through pain and punishment
We're the hive of man and neath His rod
We are one, we're the Son of God
The past, the present, the future is He
He was, He is, and He will be
And heaven is but a point in time
To where the spirit in man must climb
Eventually when He's there at last
And stands and gazes on His past
And takes the throne prepared in heaven
Then all His past will be forgiven.
I am who I am, the die is cast
For I was created by my past
And we who we are this very day
Determines His future in every way
If my past were changed, then who would I be?
One thing is certain, I wouldn't be me......... The Anointed.