I just finished viewing the film The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Instead of trying to give a review of the film, I offer the following:
a theology after auschwitz
Where do you start after you’ve been fucked up?
Where do you start when the frame is no longer there?
When the painting is lost in the drabness of the wall?
When you feel violated while it is you that embodies the violence?
Why waste the time with foundations?
Why sell your soul to the very thing that must be destroyed?
To that which builds illusions?
To that which creates a terrifying comfort?
God must be more than a foundation.
This shit-filled world continues to dissolve its god.
The powerful say, ‘I am god.’
Is there a one covered in this shit that says, ‘I am god.’?
Would you believe such a lunatic?
they are just. gods rise above this world.
Can a god lose?
be weak? be vulnerable?
Can a suffering god help me?
A suffering god can help us.