Jesus Christ came to Earth to destroy us through our own ugliness and ressurrect us through Amor.
It is a very illogical and stupid love, the epitome of vida loca:
The Son of God comes to Earth, the Earth that God created, the God that should never even be written down because that would be blasphemy. It is impossible to be in the presence of the actual name penned down on paper.
“I am what I am.”
Beyond our understanding—But to make it simple for us stupid humans, G-D gave us his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
He came to give us the secret of eternal life: amor, faith, the spirit of the Holy Ghost.
We crucified him, all of us.
He was humiliated, scourged, and crucified, our own Son of God, and that is Pura Neta of human beings and what they do.
No one can argue against that.
Therefore, in this madness, the only option is amor. That first step gets you to everything else.
Anyone trying to teach you truth as the solution is lying to you and disrespecting you as a human being.
Truth is less than God.
There is a madness of sincerity in anyone who believes. It does not make any sense, yet there is nothing else in this existence—because this existence is illogical, yet we cannot even admit that: it is beyond our understanding, but we stupid humans keep trying to be our own Gods, and that leaves us unfulfilled and empty.
We must, as Camus claims, commit philosophical suicide at some point because we were cursed with this language and get tired of running around in circles, and we cannot help but try to make meaning out of everything, when there is no meaning, and even if we could imagine meaning, we could not articulate it because it is beyond our words, these wretched spider symbols.
Jesus Christ loved the sinners who are beneath even the spider symbols.
This is a beautiful story, a very human story, which is our story.
Christ has risen.