Easter Reflections

Christ was born into a brutal world. He preached against it and, for that, suffered and died under the most humiliating and painful method of his age. Yet not three centuries after his Passion, the followers carrying his memory had overthrown that regime. To us, perhaps, is a similar task. We might not live long enough to see the fully automatic, luxury, queer space communism of our dreams, but we have the opportunity. It is said that at the moment of His Passion, Christ endured every possible pain, an infinite horizon of suffering, compressed into one terrible singularity. “He suffered, died and descended into Sheol”. We live in the pit, hell is our companion, night surrounds us. Let us dream while we can. The dawn is coming, the third day is near.

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