"Tattoos from Egypt tell many wonders"

It's not so much that Jesus suffered for me as that he suffered ahead of me and has left his powers of longsuffering in his trail for my appropriation and victory.

I have said it before and I shall say it again, Jesus is my Magus. His superior Alchemy enables me to take hold of the prize; to bear the name above every other; to absorb the "yes and amen" fire without being obliterated. It has helped me evolve from aquatic to amphibian as I press on for a life among the dazzling jewels of Abraham's Cove.

It is of great and overwhelming import that a hero has come into my darkness and handed me a flaming torch by which to transcend the maze. How foolish I do appear in kissing the fingers of Midas! And yet oh what a gift is this knowledge of Love. Without it where would I be? Like the wicked witch of the west, my weathered facade is melting. The same divine passion I clutch is that which cracks me apart like a tinder in the fire. And lava flows out as forgiveness, burning an entire forest of graven images. 

And what does he say to that? "Whoever attempts to hold on to his life shall lose it; but whoever loses his life for my sake shall gain it!" Indeed my soul would have been extinguished long ago had the head of my new body not hooked it like a fisherman and dragged it up from the deep.

Sure, part of me is still in the mouth of a shark. Yet, it is merely the eastern shadow that already died with the sunrise. And the tears I now cry are like tears for a peel of onion, cathartic, cleansing and free from shame.

So let my enemies eat my dead flesh and also weep repentance, recognising that the sea is drying up and will soon have no more meaning than ground bone scattering upon the winds.