Only with courage can a body refuse any code designed to justify denial of dinner on pretension of purity. To refuse to embark on a scavenger hunt where the name of the game is seeking out the sin, to separate the convicted from the saved. To face conviction before submitting to these fiends of fracture, devils of division, forking tongues over plates of counterfeit communion, segregating what was once from what lives now and may yet be.
So great is the shock, the attendant illusions: what can a body do without a human enemy beyond the mirror?
Here’s the beginning of a story: someone meets a stranger on the road. What follows is all that matters.
Inspired by the writings of Richard Rohr.