Oh, Sweet Jesus. Lots and lots of red brain cells. All of them seem

charged with electricity. Christmas sparks here there everywhere. Had

to walk my way briskly. Left and right…the same reddish color…it is an

ocean of blood…how can people possibly live like this? And you told me

it’s here where they knit dreams and plans…it’s just marvelous.

I’m inside the Sixteen Chappell of my brain. There is Jesus. Judas.

Peter. And all the rest. The Beginning and the End of things…oh, Lord!

I see María’s delicate ankles. Holly Judas…! There is blood and skin all

over. Scenes of unfortunate folks burning in Hell…ay, ay, ay! Why?

They were humans. Prone to sin and deceit. Why such inhumane

description? I assume Michael Angelo was paid well to paint such

spectacle. Suffering…mostly suffering. Don’t see a happy picture…do

you? For crying out loud! Give me the picture of Leonardo about his

horse. That is a beautiful picture. Indeed. An American man took to

task to create Leonardo’s horse. It’s beautiful.

But…what was I talking about? Oh, yes. Walking into my brain. I get

lots of surprises every time I do that.

EO