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Sacred and profane so near one another they kiss, they cannot be distinguished. Death and life, giver and taker, embraced in one. Holy Fuck! Holiness is body seeking Spirit, seeking communion, seeking God. A word that means nothing, that means emptiness, sterility, that means stripped of meaning, stripped of clothes, stripped of beauty and spirit. Body totally and utterly alone beside body totally and utterly alone. The words escaped my lips on a summer day one decade ago, perched atop an observation post in the desert of Babylon.
The impact area was supposed to be clear, it was supposed to be desolate, empty, safe. But I saw a body. I saw a body, something, someone crawl out of that hut, crying out in the wilderness. I looked anxiously around; had anyone seen what happened?
Holy fuck, what have I done? He was right. Whatever or whoever he was, he was right. He was supposed to be God, here, among us, to save us from those fucks that killed him! How wrong I am and how right he was… Has anyone else seen me? Suffocating, bleeding out, breaking down, he was utterly alone. Was his cousin right, he who lost faith at the last, his head upon the chopping block, just as Jesus was losing his breath and his hope and his Father? Does God see what they have done? Where, to hell, has God gone? As the earth shook and the wind blew, there he stood: startled, scared, alone.
Motionless, breathless, shocked. His judgment clouded by the enveloping darkness overtaking the land, he began wondering if he had indeed just killed their God. The sacred criminal there, upon the cross, without deliverance: no help, no hope, no holiness in this moment for him, for either of them.
There is only death. Only fucking death, and the spear in his hands. Has anyone else looked upon the body I have pierced? Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google .
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Notify me of new posts via. Holy Fuck. Being, breathing, basking, beautiful. Fuck A word that means nothing, that means emptiness, sterility, that means stripped of meaning, stripped of clothes, stripped of beauty and spirit. Cocks, cunts, sweating, suffocating. Holy Fuck The words escaped my lips on a summer day one decade ago, perched atop an observation post in the desert of Babylon. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Holy Fuck Sacred profanity and profane sanctity: death in life, God and sin, terror amidst hope.
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