Journey to the Holy Land / 2. Walking around the holy city, visiting the Holy Sepulchre and found "my" city.
walk at dawn to the Holy Sepulchre. The void, the steps resound on the steps of paving stone in commercial galleries from shops still closed by iron shutters peeling. Worthy preparatory to Calvary. The folklore of vestments, gestures that seem dictated by superstition than by faith, frenzy of pain that does touch the very site of pain.
Emptiness, video, kenosis, vacuum. He wants to touch the pain and found only a hole, one of the cross. Indeed, there is not even one, there are many where the wooden suspension of Christ can be inserted. Vacuum.
Nor silence is faithful awaited appointment. In the chaos of music, language and selfish that thronged the Holy Sepulchre. Only the interiorization of pain creates silence in person, because the Grid can still be heard.
When you get lost in the alleys of the old city of Jerusalem, triggered a virtuous cycle, not just trying to figure out where it was finished, but you enjoy the views that occur under your eyes, until we find ourselves facing. Of course. So the city becomes subtly but inexorably "your" city. We are all citizens of the holy city par excellence.
Emptiness, video, kenosis, vacuum. He wants to touch the pain and found only a hole, one of the cross. Indeed, there is not even one, there are many where the wooden suspension of Christ can be inserted. Vacuum.
Nor silence is faithful awaited appointment. In the chaos of music, language and selfish that thronged the Holy Sepulchre. Only the interiorization of pain creates silence in person, because the Grid can still be heard.
When you get lost in the alleys of the old city of Jerusalem, triggered a virtuous cycle, not just trying to figure out where it was finished, but you enjoy the views that occur under your eyes, until we find ourselves facing. Of course. So the city becomes subtly but inexorably "your" city. We are all citizens of the holy city par excellence.
In Jerusalem feet hurt. Almost always, almost without interruption. Not only for the hard pavement stones never regular, but also and especially in Jerusalem because there is never stopped. Every corner calls for another corner is reached, each point of interest never becomes an end in itself, but needs to be placed in context. That is surely known. On foot, of course.
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