Merry Christmas.
Jubilation at the emergence of the Son of Man from the Virgin Womb, whose derivative containment is closest, by a triad, to that Most Underived Love,
Jubilation at this Vine of Truth whose Human Body is our Life, the voice existent, now polyphony!
Oh, such rhizomatic vocabulary in glorious bifurcation of that Word, each a branch outward, each a fruit, each a harvest, each a diamond trajectory of such perfect inscription, the human’s eternal return to that most Inhuman of Loves!
A merry mass of Christ.
Is, unto us, the Word. So rejoice in reading!
And a merry christmas to you too