24.16.3
24.16.3
The Broken Bridge
Being the testament of John of Bo
The Fall
The Bible tells us that God made Adam and Eve and made also for them Eden, which was an earthly paradise. But
when they sinned the Lord drove them out of Eden and into this world.
It is the nature
As we spoiled Eden, we have spoiled this world; as we were driven from Eden, the hand of God has
come to drive us from this world to t
We have made the earth our
the air is thick with smokes and poisons that are the airs of hell. Hell is a volcano and we are the
vent: our mouths bring forth fire and ashes.
We are cast into outer darkness and all we know is the drop: the darkness and the terrifying speed: the
fall and the falling.
The Bridge
The life of man is driving on a bridge. Under the girders there is darkness, but I am in a high
place. I am heading for a destination, which is the future. I have not seen this
destination, but I drive toward it wi
Under the bridge are the homeless people, but I am above them.
Under the bridge are dark waters, but I do not hear them.
I have heard the bridge is broken. Every man and woman and child in the generations of the earth has driven off
the broken bridge and been lost: but I do not slow down. I am in a high place, I have purpose, I
have direction. I am driving as fast as I c
On Seat Belt
We are all going to die, but do we prepare? No. Instead we fill our lives with things to keep us
safe. We are installing smoke detectors as we drive onto the broken bridge, we are checking our
blood pressure, we are eating healthy, we are wearing seatbelts and driving as fast as we
can toward the other side.
The bridge is broken and we drive into space. Darkness rushes up to us with terrifying speed and the
smoke detectors do not help. Now broken and screaming there is no destination there is only blind
panic and gasping and we are trapped in the car Consumer Reports p
We see the faces of those who love us through the car window. They are trying to help but we are too
scared to think we can’t find the locks we are tangled in the seat belt and we are
falling, turning, rolling down into darkness. Into the water.
The Broken Bridge
You will see me tonight. You will be safe in your house, in your apartment, your old folks home, y
couch, your easy chair. The soldiers will come for me. They will hustle me forward with direction and purpose,
as if while holding me they were somehow on quite a different road, a different bridge.
They will take me to a room they think is not their destination. They will put the rope around my neck and they will break
the bridge.
Watching at home you will shift in your chair, on your couch, in your bed. You will pour a glass of water and tell
yourself it is good to be alive. But in your stomach will be a ghost, a shadow of h
you will call it “empathy” or “squeamishness” or even fear but it is none of those things. It is the sensation of
falling.
Look at me, swinging there. I
I am you and you are falling.
The Broken Bridge
Being the testament of John of Boston, baptized in water and in blood in the year named zero.
The Fall
The Bible tells us that God made Adam and Eve and made also for them Eden, which was an earthly paradise. But
when they sinned the Lord drove them out of Eden and into this world.
It is the nature of man to fall.
As we spoiled Eden, we have spoiled this world; as we were driven from Eden, the hand of God has
come to drive us from this world to the next.
We have made the earth our looking-glass: the blood of our brothers cries from the ground: the clear water is red:
the air is thick with smokes and poisons that are the airs of hell. Hell is a volcano and we are the
vent: our mouths bring forth fire and ashes.
We are cast into outer darkness and all we know is the drop: the darkness and the terrifying speed: the
fall and the falling.
The Bridge
The life of man is driving on a bridge. Under the girders there is darkness, but I am in a high
place. I am heading for a destination, which is the future. I have not seen this
destination, but I drive toward it with great purpose and direction.
Under the bridge are the homeless people, but I am above them.
Under the bridge are dark waters, but I do not hear them.
I have heard the bridge is broken. Every man and woman and child in the generations of the earth has driven off
the broken bridge and been lost: but I do not slow down. I am in a high place, I have purpose, I
have direction. I am driving as fast as I can to get to the other side.
On Seat Belts
We are all going to die, but do we prepare? No. Instead we fill our lives with things to keep us
safe. We are installing smoke detectors as we drive onto the broken bridge, we are checking our
blood pressure, we are eating healthy, we are wearing seatbelts and driving as fast as we
can toward the other side.
The bridge is broken and we drive into space. Darkness rushes up to us with terrifying speed and the
smoke detectors do not help. Now broken and screaming there is no destination there is only blind
panic and gasping and we are trapped in the car Consumer Reports promised us was safe.
We see the faces of those who love us through the car window. They are trying to help but we are too
scared to think we can’t find the locks we are tangled in the seat belt and we are
falling, turning, rolling down into darkness. Into the water.
The Broken Bridge
You will see me tonight. You will be safe in your house, in your apartment, your old folks home, your
couch, your easy chair. The soldiers will come for me. They will hustle me forward with direction and purpose,
as if while holding me they were somehow on quite a different road, a different bridge.
They will take me to a room they think is not their destination. They will put the rope around my neck and they will break
the bridge.
Watching at home you will shift in your chair, on your couch, in your bed. You will pour a glass of water and tell
yourself it is good to be alive. But in your stomach will be a ghost, a shadow of horror. If you notice it at all
you will call it “empathy” or “squeamishness” or even fear but it is none of those things. It is the sensation of
falling.
Look at me, swinging there. I am a mirror.
I am you and you are falling.