Even now there are filters in place (mailer-daemon?) to swath out, to lathe and carve into the flesh of His body wounds to devour the imagination...
So familiar are the easy speakers, second skin suffering suffocating in their own missed tribunals.
Neertheless He is Risen and to speak easily of grace is child's play, teasing apart meat from veg, thunder from dreggish labors.
Eyes above alors c'est nous ici enfin! l'eternite la gloire du Christ salut a vous aussi! Toujours tambien toujours de rien tu