In the midst of ash and accusation, boils and belligerent philosophy, a spark of trouble flew upward, beyond the lowly crags of mountain heights, into the deep blue etherium of his contemplation of God
In the midst of ash and accusation, boils and belligerent philosophy, a spark of trouble flew upward, beyond the lowly crags of mountain heights, into the deep blue etherium of his contemplation of God
All the details are often commented on, but I have often been left feeling as empty as the tomb Christ vacated when the sermon is done.
Why do we engage in this bizarre behavior? Is there something in the water?