This week can do nothing but force the contemplation of religion.
Between Buddha's birthday (April 8),
Mohammed's birthday (April 11),
Passover (Angel of Death swooping about the neighborhood of old, killing off first-born sons, followed by a long, long desert journey to Promised Land),
and of course, today's death-date at 3 p.m. for Jesus, who has a "re-birthday" then on Easter Sunday (this year April 16 and, as always, full of promises of Eternal Life), there is no escaping the strange feeling that:
a: these elements are in competition with one another;
b: I am confused.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
1 comment:
Isn't there also the Sacred Day of the Holy Rabbit, where one is limited to eating chocolate eggs for 24 hours and then attone thru pastel suffocation?
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