Sunday 10th June 2007 Corpus Domini

Paedophilia is a serious thing but not monstrous. Monstrosity is the war, that kills thousands of children, of humans still in blossom, mainly thousands and thousands of adults, of humans already blossomed. We have the cult of children but not the cult of human life. We are shocked before a child who has been violated but not before a child who has been killed: sex taboo is much stronger than life taboo. The child who is a sex object is much more significant than the one who is a war object. In our anti-paedophilic anger hides the evil of sex. Catholic sex-phobia has entered deeply in our culture and democracy.

To the child, human project, adult is preferable, even though he is young, human fullness.

On the Cross there is not a child.

Authentic adult is the one who owns himself to spend for the others.

Authentic adult is Jesus in the Last Supper and on the Cross.

A democracy that believes in war, even as the last ratio, lies about human rights.

Do not commit impure acts. Mainly the impure act of killing.

Human being is most sacral. Also Cain, the Intangible one par excellence.

Anthropological model par excellence is the deutero-Isaiah, Jahve’s Servant: thanks to His sores we were healed.
The fair one who is wounded, oppressed, forgiving, lover, is the Sun of history.

Only the Spirit is the key to everything.

Oppressed ones all over the world, do save us. By invoking and pursuing justice but mainly by loving your oppressors.

Blessed the ones who cry, because with their tears they will purify the world.

Only in the Spirit there is the sense of matter.

Corpus Domini 2007. the Spirit is wine and fire.

Only a thin cover separates us from the invisible Sun.

Everything is a screen. It has to be penetrated.

Who believes loves believing more and more. And who loves believing does not believe anymore, because he can see.

There is nothing nonsensical, because everything is Foolishness. Bright foolishness. The Heady Absurd of Tertulliano and Maria Magdalene of the Fools. Excess is the key to the “normal”.

It is necessary to live excessively, but deep into ourselves, wrapped and protected by normality discretion. But gushes of sun will press out, covering it with stars.

This article is available in Italian too