Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

Greetings. My name is Jean Phillipe Gillespie Nate the III. And while I am one of three: my grandfather from a land so far away and my father who looked a lot like me let me endeavor to showcase to you my ruminations, extrapolations, expostulations, affirmations, enunciations, and articulations on why it was 4 wise men who set out to see what was hanging out under that big ol' star. " O' beautiful star of Bethlehem " Cause you see my gift neither glittered like gold, or fragrated like frankincense, or was as malodorous as myrrh. My gift was fresh spring water, that rolled down Mt. Ararat over gold flecked granite and watered the Burseracae Tree but dried up before reaching Commiphora Myrrah . My water is what made all this possible, and I was giving it to you. And during the walk, I lost track of what was yours and mine, and drank yours.    So I had to go back...and they kept on. This old wise fool is always late.  ...