I’m not crazy about the idea that my imagined existence as a yeoman famer turns out to be nothing more than three prison guards in a trench coat. I’m even less enthused by the realization that Nelson Rockefeller doesn’t give a damn about me.
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To quote Public Enemy’s Chuck D, “My wanderin’ got my ass wonderin’ where Christ is in all of this crisis.” The eschaton, it seems, has been delayed.
It may take a minute, or an hour, or a lifetime to fully wrap your head around something so unimaginable. It may take a minute to stop looking for the life in a tomb.
Satan has done all he can. The whole thing is played out. There’s a darkness in the house that’s got the best of us, and there’s a darkness in this world that’s got us too.