I woke up today with fragments of childhood pain and suffering lingering in my head, and then all of a sudden Jesus popped in there too.  Whether he was a metaphor, or a man, or just one of the greatest stories ever told, I had him with me and my mind ran back into the time where he bore that heavy cross, and I remember how he was not alone, and that there were people who saw the shame of his pain, who ran under that  cross to bear it with him as he walked down that fatal lane into the destiny of death.   All those spirits and  thoughts just lingered for a while in my physical brain.

Joseph Campbell referred to him as “the coincidence of all opposites.”  He is a a point, an example, a goal, a path, a door.  Maybe an epiphany.  

His story is not unlike that of Siddhartha and the bowl rice offering from a woman named Sujata.

Suffering is suffering, but we are not alone.