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155 Words Post-Ep for Amor Fati
Rated: Not Rated
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I was crucified, a crown of thorns thrust upon my head, when she pulled
me into her arms and offered me deliverance from death. The death that
was my destiny, my ultimate sacrifice to redeem
humankind from
damnation.
I accepted her offer because I am weak.
In a moment of human frailty, I welcomed her tender of trust, friendship,
and a love amaranthine.
I surrendered to the temptation of the romantic life, the thrill of the
quest,
the hope for a future together. And, above all, I succumbed to the
possibility of a little boy named William,
with whom I might build the
vehicle for alternative salvation. I want to believe there are other
embodiments of sanctifying
grace.
Call me selfish, yet I do not regret the choice I made. Even as I look
out
the window a decade later and see Jerusalem in flames, I know it was right
to choose love.
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Author's notes:
<xtra dry> SH will kill me for saying this, but we did
not really write this
together. I'm no writer, as much as SH is encouraging me to try. I don't
know if
I could. My contribution was the phrase "a love amaranthine"
during a rambling conversation about the references
in Amor Fati to Nikos
Kazantsakis' "The Last Temptation of Christ."
I take the contrary view to the majority who think Scully was the
Judas
character in that book. She was Mary Magdalene in my eyes. And their
life together -- such as it
was in the final two seasons -- was the temptation
that Mulder could not resist. I'm glad he succumbed. To
hell with
Jerusalem burning. Choose love!
<SH> "A love amaranthine." And she says she's
no writer...
am.a.ran.thine adj.
1. Of, relating to, or resembling the amaranth.
2.
Eternally beautiful and unfading; everlasting.
3. Deep purple-red.
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