Easter Eggery4 - paradoxes? Still untitled

Like Santa Claus and Jesus just myths to control all the women, men, and children - keep them in their rolls. Yet free them from all their burdens, as all those who do the work are fools.

The first paradox of course will and must be how can a man write anything when entered hell without a doorway or any entry, explore hell, then come out when there were no exits except falling into a river of fire, starving, being eaten by whatever inside spoke? When none of it exists and that's no joke?

Now I wrote in an earlier post, it was a comment to @mikitaly about a rabbit from our property that lived in our four wheel drive Ford Escape between the skid plate and the bottom of the engine space. How had to Walmart sixty miles away, yet there was a cottontail rabbit sitting on top of the engine when I opened the hood to find out what oil the car/truck used because I forgot. Then the rabbit jumped down under the engine and I could not get it out. Perhaps the rabbit was loose by the mechanics that changed the oil at Walmart. Anyways after that I checked and the rabbit was gone!

Now yesterday we drove down south to Saint George, Utah to visit relatives before Easter and to celebrate the birthday of a brother-in-law.

After parking, greeting and entering the humble abode, we shortly went back outside and their is a park in the middle of the row houses which surround the park and my brother-in-law saw it too munching on the grass of the park! I explained it to be Peter Cottontail and how it came to be here, the Walmart incident and everything. Again, another quaint but false myth meant to control persons, their families, which should be dissolved because family is a chain that enslaves people, according to some. Mostly the modern American Media seem to believe that.

On with the story by Saint Solange, the muse behind this piece, and incident from her life over eight hundred years ago. Oh we watched the, "Avatar - water world or something like that." At my B-I-L's before we left. Now on with the (Are there rabbits in what is now France?) Easter day with shepherds in the field and yes they practiced child labor...

Solange will you stop laughing, giggling, you tease
And spin forth more of your historical breeze:

We awoke in the morning and together we slept
On the grass of the meadow in blankets kept
Warm within the chill of the thick dews of spring
Up early were Pippin and I in the gray we did sing
Go far away or shut up 'til we awake
That's a long walk for Momma with a pack to make
Oh look, Solange pointed and said
It's Peter Cottontail rabbit he does sneakily tread
Let's watch where goes so we can find all hidden eggs
Be silent, slink stealthy, he must not hear our legs
Or our steps across grasses, avoid snapping twigs
Or the eggs he hides will be like birds in jailors' brigs
His sack will remain full, he'll leave none at all
Why chickens will be so upset their crests will fall
How would he know that we are here
With the sounds of sheep twixt we and there
Let's not risk it and he must know
What other children do you think are out here, So?
Down then! We'll just have to search,
Look Solange, Peter climbs that birch
That is the strangest thing I ever did see
A rabbit climb up and place in a tree
A delicious colored egg, one for you
And there in a little higher branch, one for me
Since they both are tree flower hues we won't see
They watched amazed at the magic rabbit tricks
He jumped from one tree to another w'out taking licks
Sprightly as a squirrel and magic at that
"These children won't find where those are at"
Then they later swore Peter turned and winked at them
Off he flew high into the sky,
Arose from the ground, waved goodbye
What does this have to do with Jesus
It could be pagan too!
Well, it is all just a paradox
In the Holy land is there lox?
The sun broke the dawn oe'er the hills
Poppa and Momma stirred, arose
Good morning my children, Looked at them, what goes?
We just saw Peter rabbit, hiding his eggs
Momma opened her pack, checked the bags
Poppa all the eggs are gone, not even dregs
We'll not have them for breakfast without long fast legs
What happened? You saw? Poppa looked at 'em, doubt?
Here we will show you, they ran to the trees
Here's where he put some, watch and see's
When all eggs were found, only the first few easy
After all that running around, winded and queasy
I only brought four eggs, one for us each
One for Jesus, the twelve he did teach
But there are 13, Momma counted with a frown
Poppa did you bring eggs from the market in town
How could I color them, so beautifully that way
Peter came from a hole about after world treasures
Joy forever, the light of love, endless pleasures
A rabbit climbed trees, flew away into the sky?
Or rode secretly with us in our car when Easter was nigh?

So the purists say, Pagan!
The atheist screams manipulation
But Szymanski, my advisor in Sociology said,
It's theoretically correct, revolutions occur
But in five hundred years liberty's gone in a blur
Then for a millennia or two tyrants rule with dread
Why even discuss it, let's go sit under a tree
For everything that's happened will again soon be.

Remember, this is written in protest:

1. Double, triple taxation on wages. Liberty squashed.

2. Drugs, crime rampant

3. lying polls to control

4. ...

The truck Peter the rabbit used:

The scientists say tom-foolery
The slavers call it absurdity
And no one believes it to be real

Except for the rabbit that rode in the vehicle pictured for hundreds of miles on different trips...Happy Easter