“Everything” is about nothing.
Everything ended with the sacrifice of the Lamb.
All is consummated.
We are forever and always at the Last Supper, at the Crucifixion, at the Resurrection.
Time ended with the tearing of the veil and the rolling back of the stone.
The rest is illusion and catching up.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
I awoke from a sound sleep with that repeating in my head, this morning, and grabbed a pen and wrote it down.
I kind of like it.
I’m not sure what it all means, particularly the “illusion and catching up” part. So I figured I’d throw it up here and we can talk about it, if you care to. Probably, it means nothing at all, just some refuse floating around my subconscious, but it’s interesting.
I haven’t read Revelation in a while, but it smacks of Chapter 19 to me. And also, of the Catholic Mass.A long time ago I bought Scott Hahn’s The Lamb’s Supper: The Mass as Heaven on Earth, and never had the chance to read it. I don’t see it on my shelves which means I either loaned it out or it was lost in one of my husband’s “do-something-about-all-these-books” purges. I’ll have to look for it. This might be the day to read it, after all.
Also, this is interesting digging