Prelude

He was created to live forever he could not die, his purpose was to reveal the story, even to be affirmation of it. Like a window in a door, He was not the door, nor was He the passage way, only a small view of what lay behind. For this He was created. And as all things that are created, new, only the hands that strung Him together could approach Him properly. Where you find Him here is separated and bound to time and when time and purpose inhabit the same place failure and accomplishment will follow. They knew this so they bound Him fast and bleed Him every day. It was His fault he loved it. This was torture, to live everyday without the substance that gives life. All that was black to Him was white, and all that was white to Him was black, this is the effect it had on Him. This is his backdrop, should be seen in every story that is told of him.