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"Play blank white page! Blank white page!"

A tired, scratchy voice propelled behind me, into my ears.

My beer-battered feet--from my resistance of wearing shoes--shifted as the herd of people flocked closer to the clear sound of instruments produced by their artist. Many in this miniature venue, were ambitious in their attempt to meet the foot of the stage. 

The strum.. The blow.. The notes. 

A new song began to breathe. Although it was not a song of adolescence, everyone found it necessary to encourage the lyrics as they sang along. And from this the song grew strong, although dependent. 

My eyes strayed from the cello and its player, as I met the immediate environment and its beings. 

Sounds and lyrics, often understood, continued. 

Yet hands were raised.

Accompanied by shut eyes. 

These were not mere musicians, but gods (to some). 

While there are those (& perhaps the majority) who would claim otherwise, there are those who would be willing to debate. 

We are an adulterous people. 

I have a friend who speaks a lot; but when they do, I am eager to hear what they have to say. And this reminds me of what they once said to me:

If humanity were to follow the first commandment, God would not need to provide much more than that. 

_"you shall have no other gods before Me." 

 Man is incapable of doing this. 

Whether the circumstance be----the fall of Adam & Eve, gluttony, envy, cheating... We are at fault. 

For the placement of ourselves, power, or attention (etc.) overrule the possibility of the virtues of God. 

Sometime ago, I heard/read/possibly imagined this quote:

When we are not content with what has been given to us, we are saying 'God is not enough.'

Ai-yai-yai. 

How often I seek for brief summarized satisfaction, as I neglect the entire, eternal works that He offers. 

God is enough. 

Just

Be still.. and know that He is God.

---and do something about it.

_Exodus 20:3