Being that it’s Easter, I’m suddenly reminded of a time when, as a single-digit kid, I was wandering around in a house set to be demolished (trotting after a parent conducting some obscure adult business, mind you, not out of any adventurous inclination on my retiring little part).
In one barren room, someone had scrawled the phrase “Jesus on ecstasy” on a weathered mustard wall. This made quite the impression on me, but, all childhood inquisitiveness aside, I never asked anyone what the phrase meant. Probably the off-kilter context coupled with a nascent, uncomfortable perception that not everything in life would be simple and cohesive, put me off from discovering too much.
In retrospect, “Jesus on ecstasy” probably wouldn’t be all that exceptional; I’m sure he was an energetic and compassionately loving enough guy as is. “Jesus on acid”, however, seems a far more compelling phenomenon.
Should have taken acid with you Touch the stars and the planets too Should have taken acid with you Melt our tongues and become unglued