“Come Follow the Shallowness of Irrelevance,” is the tune played by the flute of the 21-century street piper. There is no need to strain my ears. The presence of the tune comes through loud and clear. It is always with me.

There is a second tune in the distance. Its melody is so faint I need a stethoscope to pick out the notes. Once I hear the melody, I discover a sound so pleasing its quietness fills every restless impulse of my soul. It is the tune of reality and relevance.

The noise of the shallowness of irrelevance tells me government will solve my problems, medicine will help me feel good, and who knows medical science may allow me to add decades of pleasure to my life.

The noise of the street flute tells me there is no truth so why make the effort to search it out. The sound of shallowness tells me pleasure and happiness is all there is to life so why not seek it with all available gusto. If it feels good, it must me good.

The pleasing sound of the flute tells me the highest ideal in life is beauty and a high earning career path. This is the ultimate goal. I won’t be here long so whatever it takes to attain these goals is worth every effort.

As I often told my parents in an attempt to produce the ultimate argument, “Everybody is doing it, why can’t I.”

The 21^st-century street piper calls me to treat life with frivolity. I will only pass this way once, so why not dance to the tune that seeks my attention.

I shout no, a thousand times no, and cover my ears.

I want to focus on the faint melodious tune of reality. It is the tune first played in the garden. Its lyrics affirm God to be eternal. Its lyrics affirm God to be the very definition of love and me to be the target of his affection. His lyrics long to have his creation return to him. His lyrics long for garden peace again to be the norm. His lyrics tell me to enjoy the good of his creation while keeping the eternal garden and its restoration in my sight.

The lyrics of reality affirm I am God’s instrument on earth to work in concert with him on the garden restoration. The wonderful melody of reality warns against succumbing to frivolous play with life. The melody tells me life is more than the present. God’s desperately wants me to live in his presence in his restored garden for eternity.

I will choose reality over irrelevance.

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