In a world in which psychotherapseudo everything has replaced religion, some thoughts on the resurrection. Also, please continue to patronize your local psych clinic.
I believe that the point of it all, of rising above sin and death and the devil (read: all the fun stuff), isn’t martyrdom. Neither is being crucified. No – it’s resignation. It’s surrender.
Every bit of control – and the ego involved in it – of trying to prove that one can or should carry the load of humanity’s burdens…well, that’s what keeps one nailed to the proverbial cross. Entombed in darkness of the veiled pain. That shit is HEAVY.
But when one can let it go and realize that the world’s weight is not yours to carry, and that you have the agency to choose, that’s when you feel the lightness of being. Or, rather, as in our Easter buddy’s case, the lightness of not being.
Maybe the lesson is just that. You realize you’re in heaven once you surrender to the idea that none of it exists. Nothing is.
