Divine Plagiarism

‘As Christ Loves the Church.’ This is the way that a man is supposed to love a woman. I think I understand this far better than I ever had. It ended up being far more true than I expected. If one wants to stay safe, I suppose they should not choose a faith whose founder dies a horrible death and then invites us to follow.

There once was a story of transposition between C. and I. What happened there was significant, too important to be shared on-line. Suffice it to say that I became the people who hurt her. At least some of them.

I understand why she hated me so much. I understand the depths of her capacity to hate. I became those people, the people who had hurt her so deeply. Who had denied her a home. So she hurt me, intentionally and cruelly. The same way she had been hurt. I’m sure she found reasons. She may have even believed it was for my own good. I don’t know. All I know is that I fought for her, I became the people that hurt her, and she hurt me the way that they hurt her.

So perhaps this is a reflection of the One True Myth. Like seasons or birth or gods of corn. Like anything else. I’m not sure how it ends.

I hope with all my heart that it ends like that One True Myth. In resurrection, freedom and spring. Where everything will be made new again. Whatever that looks like. I will forget what I knew of old C. I hope with all my heart I get to meet new C. Again for the first time.