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The Crusader II

Ad te clamamus exsules filii Evæ Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle If you stay mourning and weeping in this valley of tears you can’t see clearly, you can’t make out the other reality through the curtains of this reality. If I have faith - he asked himself - where did it come from? It births from the sufferance, from the impossibility of making out through this smokescreen. Et opera sua sine strepitu intus enarrat . And the more I love God the less I love humanity. And Christ and his Mother are replenishing the faith by showing a great many works they stay behind. When he heard that the Chancellor of Germany apologizing in front of her folk and declaring she has changed mind, his heart hopped. It had never happened such a situation. But he knew why. She had appeared haunted during the press conference. Tense. The tension, the conflict are the sign of the hand of God. Dostoevsky teaches it to us, he has shown it so clearly in his works, unmistakably the sign...

The Crusader I

    The news surprised him, though. Mr. Door and Mrs. Door had been found dead in their home without any reason. No break-in, no theft, nothing was missing. Everything was orderly put where it was supposed to be put. Heart-attack? Maybe, The police and coroners were investigating. So said the radio. Of course, when he heard the news, he was sitting in his office working and the news gave him a powerful internal happiness. Of course, it was something he hoped for. Something he had waited for so long. Two less, he thought. And he was happy. Something has started. He thought again with a smile of satisfaction. But he was surprised, nevertheless. His words had been listened? He believed so, but he still had hard time to believe it. They were not humanity, they were aa scam. They did not deserve to live. They died. And it was what they deserved. He watched the garden outside the office window. It was February tenth. His birthday. That was a great present made by a great do...