March 31, 2004
Easter Is My Birthday
And I believe that gives me a pass, of sorts. Ecclesiastical, revelatory, laic, I have no idea. Suffice it to say I shall take the ripped end of Lent and turn it to mine own purposes. As a Crumpled Anglican I can do no less.
I do consider religion circumscribed pageantry, but, as I've said before, there is something breathtakingly beautiful in a civilization that forces immutable laws upon itself, conscious of the fact it would emend them willy-nilly at the first shake of a goat's tail, if said goat's tail were enticing enough.
Birthday on Easter carries deep weight, however. One's thoughts turn to resurrection, and rebirth, and the chasing down by pickup truck jihadists of those who would conflate their personal reborning with Goddamighty's Son.
Resurrection can cover many things, though. Perhaps I'll resurrect my blog, for instance. Or my sex life. Or my childhood fascination with rocketry.
That's it. I shall launch a small Estes on my birthday. It will be a simulacrum of my blog, my love life, and rocketry.