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Home Bible Studies SCNET Activities Torn Store SCNET Talent Community Service Contact Us         15 minutes on Admiral Viewpoint by Isaac Wastman A flicker of light, the sky lights up with the radiance of a thousand dancing angels in their heavenly choreography. The dark outlines of luminous skyscrapers engulf my vision and leave me with a sense of majesty and awe of the man-made wonders of this world we call earth. The dark abyss of water that seems to be the only boundary to this bustling metropolis seems to be but a mirror of unimaginable proportion, reflecting the angels dance with serene precision. No boat floats by to pierce this fiery reflection and the dance of the heavens continues. The crisp air of the beautiful Puget Sound fills my lungs with the scent of life itself; there is no sea in the air. I look down and vertigo is at its greatest, the cars and people seem like mere ants and termites. I look to my left, a loving young couple who could be anything from tourists to spectators at the cities majesty. Are they regular attendees to this powerful dance of city light or are they love struck lovers in awe of this wonderful dance they are witnessing for the first time? I will never know and probably never will. All I see is the light and mixture of darkness that creates this heavenly dance. I look out to the distance and the never-ending lines of cars silently make their way across the gathering of light that is center stage. Their lines obscured by the towering monoliths that reach out and scrape the sky with lights that seem to reach up to infinity. The sound of cars behind me overwhelms my ears and the roaring echo of a bus gets my attention and I turn to face the line of cars that makes their way up a fair hill and onto the artery of Admiral, their lines like the veins of a pumping heart. The lights of their lines reflect only the hills of neighborhoods that sleep through the dance which they have witnessed thousands of times over again every night. The smell of gasoline fills my nostrils and the sound of the rough apparatus that the young lovers call their car floats away and after a delay at the edge of the never-ending artery they slip into the brightly illuminated void and becoming one with the flowing artery of light and disappear. I look back and the city seems to be reaching its crescendo, with the lights of silent flying objects that make their lines in the sky and the city at its climax with its obscured lines of cars and the heavenly dance of the night looking extremely erratic and disorganized yet beautiful and as the dance nears its finale a tear is shed from my eyes at the blast of wind from the lookouts cool air that pummels me with the sound of a hundred sirens in their terrible song. The blur of my tear sets the city ablaze and the lights of a thousand monoliths become fire and the lines of cars become an endless line of glare, the true climax. It reaches midnight and the dance slows and the lights seem to die out and the pumping veins of the city start to disconnect itself from the heart of the metropolis and with it the city itself seems to die. As the heavenly dance dissipates and is resolved I look up to the full universe and I realize that with spectacles of this magnitude granted for the viewing pleasure for unworthy men such as myself that we are not just mortal souls in this continuous expanse that are left to die. top Somthing to think About You Refuse This Love You may mock me "Thank God I'm atheist" You may look down upon me Try to make me feel ashamed You may lose all respect for me When that happens (Oh, it will and it has) So be it It gives me great joy to suffer like that It means I'm doing what my Love did for me You can hate me and put me down You can say "Religion Kills" True, it does, but Christ isn't religion Christ is Love It hurts my heart, though Because you don't understand You refuse to experience this Love And you don't even realize it Love that heals Love that satisfies Love that is True Developed by  HP Web Design