poliphilo

This coming Sunday is Easter, innit? I only know because four fifths of the immediate family will be visiting.

We aren't doing chocolate eggs. That stuff is shit. There'll be other things. Treats...

As a kid I liked the idea of being given chocolate eggs but I didn't much like the eggs themselves. I'd keep the broken bits for months in my sweetie tin. Stale chocolate that wasn't very nice to begin with. Mmmmm....

Did Jesus rise from the dead?

Well, why not? I don't think rising from the dead would be all that difficult for a Master- if that's what he wanted to do.

I discovered- or registered- the other day that I no longer have any problem with belief. If we live in a quantum universe- where consciousness is everything and we make our own realities- then any damn or blessed thing is possible.

Death? Just stepping through a door.

And why not step back again?

I still find the gospel story of Jesus meeting Mary in the garden intensely moving. It's like something Shakespeare might have written in his final phase.

I love how she mistakes him for the gardener....

The old painters often gave him a hat and a spade- as if he'd dug his way out. And I'm taking a similar liberty with this AI image.....