Oh come on Christus, you offer your bleeding heart amid cries of fallen mortals?
Just listen my sacred fool! Did you think these ignorant souls would ever see the lightdark? Listen to the murmur of their hearts, to the torture of their thoughts, to the rancor of their actions, to the glee of lust oozing through their appetite and the avarice darting across their furtive eyes, to their vacant ambition fornicating with all that is! Can they see? Can they hear? Can they standunder your grace, your naive grace?
But you must contend that in the end he left them, like hopeless children in the midst of a blood feud, and punished them for their ignorance; and if they chose wrong, absolute rage wreaked upon them what game, what silly game, what supercilious absurdity, the twin twine of culture and religio helixed into a stranglehold around their indivisible logos. The child ne’er hath a chance!
Speak!
-I.A.T.
…from the Madonna Project
