Yes, it's blurry. It was from very far away; I was up on a hill. I leached all of the color out of it. But I like it this way. I could not tell from that far away what the bird was -- all I know is that it was white, and it was a bird of prey, and it had just left being chased by a persistent crow. But I'm ok with not knowing, actually. It opens the door to a more symbolic interpretation for me.
Palm Sunday is hard, or at least weird. It's disingenuously joyous and exuberant, because we already know our fickle ways; we already know that in less than a week we're going to be calling for his unjust death; we already know that we're going to give in to mob mentality, because that is the human way; we already know that we're going to claim the consequences of our passion and our lack of foresight for our children ("let his blood be on our hands and on the hands of our children" -- What? Thanks a lot! Speak for yourself, they say.). So what else is new? We keep doing this, exhibiting tragic lack of foresight, mortgaging our future generations' futures, offhandedly claiming the consequences of our actions, until those consequences start to hurt a little, and then we cry, "Yeah, but we didn't know then what we know now." Why should we expect anything different from ourselves? It is the human way. And I am definitely human. God have mercy upon me.
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