I know I guard myself from all the suffering in the world. I think, to a degree, we all do.
I remember in the early nineties opening myself up to it to write a play - LIGHT IN THE VILLAGE - and becoming seriously ill with pneumonia.
But the Jesus of these stories just seems to give himself, all the time…
And then, in the end, he really was totally destroyed.
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