This is my blood, poured out for many – that’s what Jesus said. That’s what communion wine is. I’m already being poured as a libation, and the time of my departure has come. That’s what he said at the Last Supper.
And communion is about participation in the life of the vine. It’s not just about following Jesus, doing what he did, as though he were some famous Stoic philosopher or whatever. It’s about sharing his blood, his body – his life.
And sharing his death.
Listen to death-boy.
So it’s about dying to this world. But there’s another world. Jesus promises to drink wine again in the Kingdom, right?
So how do we get to the other world?
We have to be reborn.
I’m a long fucking way from being reborn.
That’s what I used to say.
Are we supposed to be pouring Livia out as a libation, or whatever?
A disgusting libation.
Are we meant to be sharing the disgusting blood of Livia? Actually, I’m not sure I want to be sharing the disgusting blood of Livia.
Work in Progress 