Okay then.
That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell you a story.
Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgment.
All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves — sacrificed themselves — *to you*. Can you hear them singing?
Oh, you like to think you’re a *God*. Well, you’re not a God — you’re just a parasite, eaten out with jealous, envy, and longing for the lives of others. You *feed* on them.
On the memory of love, and loss, and birth, and death, and joy, and sorrow…so…SO…come on then, take mine
Take
. My. Memories.
But I hope you’ve got a big appetite. Because I have lived a LONG life, and I have seen a *few* things. I walked away from the last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the *birth* of the universe and I watched as time RAN OUT, moment by moment, until NOTHING remained
— NO TIME, NO SPACE, *JUST ME*!
I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a *mad* man. And I’ve watched universes freeze, and creation *burn*
— I have seen things you WOULDN’T *BELIEVE* AND I HAVE *LOST* THINGS YOU WILL *NEVER* UNDERSTAND —
and I know things.
Secrets that must never be told. *Knowledge* that must NEVER be *SPOKEN*! KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL MAKE.
PARASITE.GODS.
*BLAZE*!
SO *COME* ON, THEN!!!
TAKE IT!!!
! TAKE IT ALL, BABY!!!!!
HAVE IT!
YOU. HAVE. IT. ALL!!!!!!!!!!
Imagine for a moment that Jesus must confront all that God has come to mean before and after his time in the garden of Gethsemane. All the ways God has been used to justify war and oppression, colonialism and greed, the exploitation of the vulnerable for the avarice of the powerful.
Imagine the Christ facing all this in one moment in time, taking it all on board and giving over his memories of living incarnate. Speaking with such clear authority and rebuking the tyranny of religion with the beauty of spirituality, transforming the burring hunger for more into a song of peace and grace.
And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly,
and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.
“Rest now, my warrior. Rest now, hardship is over. Live. Wake up. Wake up, and let the cloak of life cling to your bones. We are born into the blood. Made men by the blood. Undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open. Fear surrounds us. There’s a journey to be gone on from this day. A journey of a thousand miles. It begins with but a single step.”
