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It is said : this man killed his God
for thirty pieces of silver; about the
price of the Sunday Times today.
I wonder if it could have been worth it.
What bank accepted such money,
what interest was paid? How much
cost the wood for the cross?

(And what could such money buy)?
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I wallow in this stuff like dirt :
all this myth making and story.
As Anne Sexton said (I paraphrase) -
the New Testament is so small;
its mouth opens four times, as
out-of-date as a prehistoric monster,
yet somehow man-made, held together
by pulleys, like the stone-jaw of a backhoe.
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Anyway, why bother? It's a long one-act play
without any intermission. The swooning, the swords,
the blood and the crying - along with Death -
play character roles that somehow
just cannot hold (any longer)

my full attention.