MOSES IN THE GARDEN

it's at least a small room ... sometimes a cell ... sometimes just a corner ... in the last resort a last ditch defense ... maginot underground till they starve us out ... and as you can see it can't be right ... not as it stands ... it needs to do better ... you pen the room in ... you bombard it with information ... you have a right to the conclusion you expect ... but you don't get it ... someone in the room is changing the script ... the way you see it everything in the room is determined ... but that's not what this someone is saying ... he has an intention opposed to the outcome predicted ... what are we to make of that ... only everything you've truly wanted comes his reply ... you've been too passive too long ... come out now before your prison becomes a tomb ... the sun at noon waits on you any time but you can come out at night ... come into the garden it's cool after your long confinement ... join your friends ... relax ... the pale reflected light is a true picture of our content ... a new world opening in the night sky its swift fire proceeding ... down here in the garden it's still calm ... I am he says ... let my people go

mccabe on aquinas ch 5; john 18:8