Freedom from disorder requires discipline. There is no other way to effectively set the sail unless a skilled sailor takes his place from a sea of tumultuous mob. The Sun is Shining Not Quite -o0o- The Canterbury Tales (alternatively titled as Tales of Canterbury) is a collection of twenty four stories that runs to over 17,000 lines written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer between the year of our Lord, 1387 and 1400. It is widely regarded as Chaucer's magnus opus . The tales (mostly in verse, although some are in prose) are presented as part of a storytelling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together from London to Canterbury to visit the shtine of Saint Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. The prize for this contest is a free meal at the Tabard Inn at Southwark on their return. It has been suggested that the greatest contribution of The Canterbury Tales to English literature was the popularization of the English vernacular to mainstream literature, as opposed t...

 In the other parts of the Near East, particularly in Asia Minor, the same gloomy circumstances are starting to descend upon the lands of the other known faith. Aside from the threatening messages of the worldwide news about the many prophecies discussing in detail of the grim destiny of creation, there are many other faithful groups who are secretly hoping not to be immediately dealt with by the approaching events, but even their prudent response was disturbed by the inevitable signs of the impending doom to come in the most cruel times. They are known in full name as the Ottoman Crescent Guild of St John's Cathedral of Smyrna, mostly the surviving entity that fought in the unavoidable events leading to the many periods of conflict in the era of the Crusades, organized to aid the synthesis of its aftermath, its significance, and eventual failure. Even the Turkish flag of the contemporary period has a symbol quite familiar to the "secrets of the Guild," a Crescent moon an...

 In the nineth consecutive dream, the Rabbi of the Wall in the Old City of Jerusalem was frightened still by disturbing vivid images of what seems to be a threat of truly celestial in character. At first, it came to him as a roaring voice coming from the vast horizon. It was during nightfall, it was certain to him, but despite the quiet and silence of the solitude, he was absolutely sure that he was able to hear the loud thunder and saw with great clarity the sharpest lightning that seperated the clouds from the heavens, allowing the mysterious voice to subdue the wonders of nature into the worst substantive repudiation of threat, alarm, and magnified intimidation. Of course, the angry voice was loud enough to be deafening from where he was standing; it was speaking from the perspective of wailing, lamentations, and all the other notes that were left from the Western Wall. It was also (simultaneously) talking about the holy Cross offered in prayer, the triumphant glory of the Resur...