"Silver spots boil in front of my eyes. I am standing in the empty ruined courtyard hundreds of years from now, a sad ghostly visitant in a dead city, smell of nothing and nobody there."
—from Cities of the Red Night by William S. Burroughs
I am sure that William S. Burroughs would be horrified that I used one of his passages to mark Good Friday. I am sure that there are those in the church that would agree.
But, like it or not, this is a day of death. This is a day of marking a murder. This is a day of crucifixion. Let us stay here for the moment. Let us not rush to Easter and resurrection. If we do then the whole movement of the Three Days—Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil—is ruined, soiled.
This is a day of the "smell of nothing and nobody there." Stop and listen. Let the silence swallow you and spit you upon the shore.
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