Sunday, December 24, 2006

Divine Swine

Victim, you say? No victim here. Only a fortunate soul hastening to his final reward. Our homely pig—that questionable orthodontia, that chin stubble!—appears overwhelmed with relief. A relief that would never have been, doubtless, were it not for the red-hot coals searing his spirit’s recently abandoned temple.

Our guilt, such as it may be, is assuaged by this fellow’s satisfaction, his undying gratitude. It buoys him into the Eternal. His butchers have done him a great favor.

Our good deed done, we have nothing more to do except unfold our napkins and dig in! Our full bellies give his sacrifice meaning.

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