(A Preface to Potashian Eschatological Discourse)
"Why do you look for the living among the dead?
He is not here; he has risen!" (Luke 24:5,6)
"Maranatha!" Wailed the mother, which is to mean, our lord come. "Come down father and do not just send Michael," that good woman wailed. Such is the remonstrance of a mother for a fallen son. E'en when that son is a vexation to the public.
"Your son is not dead," said the administration policeman, "...he sleeps!"
"For death remembered should be like a mirror, who tells us. life's but breath, to trust in error." (Pericles)
I came to in the backroom of Hezekiah Kinyua MD (Quack)...
"in my begining is my end" -T.S.Eliot
How I had wanted to hear it said, "Behold...he has risen!" But resurrection is the priviledge of the dead.
Death eludes me- in the same way success, in my mortal pursuits, does.
I have been to the mountain top and I have seen the promised land quoth Dr.King.
"Aaron shall be gathered to his people, for he shall not enter the land which I have given to the children of Israel" (Numbers 20:24)
Dr. King at the fateful balcony, Aaron at Mt. Hor, Potash...at Turd Mountain....waiting!
Hues of meaning: Ther is the death that is an end to life; and the death that is living an empty life.
Everyday I die!
Heri Kufa macho kuliko kufa moyo- It is better to die in the eye than to die in the soul.
(And now to a long-standing appointment with the Necromancer)