Fire, versus the ice. Has, some prophet, translated, these precise, even moments. At the house, of Jacob, and, within the present, of moments. Now, became the time, to charge, our little-ball, of a piece of a little clay. Their dearly, trial, was nearly over, now. The dial. When the apostles, became waiting, so weary. Then, suddenly, it was the description, itself, of the second, coming, and how it was, humorous, the illustration — of old and dusty. The sheer and the truth, to fathom. The secular master, and ally of nature. As, God’s, elite. God, our savior, and, our master. Our, heavenly-master. The select. God, shall, enter, — … after, but before. And, our posts, as it seem, would be traded.