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the burden imposed by a fiend crying in mockery, “Man!” at man.
“Man!”?acalling each to account for the deeds of all since the beginning; a burden impressed upon every
generation before the opening of the womb, the burden of the guilt of original sin. Let the fool dispute it. The
same fool with great delight accepted the other inheritance?athe inheritance of ancestral glory, virtue, triumph,
and dignity which rendered him “courageous and noble by reason of birthright,” without protesting that he
personally had done nothing to earn that inheritance beyond being born of the race of Man. The protest was
reserved for the inherited burden which rendered him “guilty and outcast by reason of birthright,mu soul,” and against
that verdict he strained to close his ears. The burden,buy runescape money, indeed, was hard. His own Faith told him, too, that the
burden had been lifted from him by the One whose image hung from a cross above the altars, although the
burden’s imprint still was there. The imprint was an easier yoke, compared to the full weight of the original
curse. He could not bring himself to say it to the old man, since the old man already knew he believed it.
Benjamin was looking for Another. And the last old Hebrew sat alone on a mountain and did penance for Israel
and waited for a Messiah, and waited, and waited, and?a
“God bless you for a brave fool. Even a wise fool.”
“Hmmm-hnnn! Wise fool!” mimicked the hermit. “But you always did specialize in paradox and mystery,world of warcraft gold,
didn’t you, Paulo? If a thing can’t be in contradiction to itself, then it doesn’t oven interest you, does it? You have
to find Threeness in Unity, life in death, wisdom in folly. Otherwise it might make too much common sense.”
“To sense the responsibility is wisdom, Benjamin. To think you can carry it alone is folly.”
“Not madness?”
“A little, perhaps. But a brave madness.”
“Then I’ll tell you a small secret. I’ve known all along that I can’t carry it, ever since He called me forth
again. But are we talking about the same thing?”
The priest shrugged. “You would call it the burden of being Chosen. I would call it the burden of Original
Guilt. In either case, the implied responsibility is the same, although we might tell different versions of it, and
disagree violently in words about what we mean in words by something that isn’t really meant in words at all?a
since it’s something that’s meant in the dead silence of a heart.”
Benjamin chuckled. “Well, I’m glad to hear you admit it, :finally, even if all you say is that you’ve never
really said anything.”
“Stop cackling, you reprobate.”
“But you’ve always used words so wordily in crafty defense of your Trinity, although He never needed such
defense before you got Him from me as a Unity. Eh?”
The priest reddened but said nothing.
“There!” Benjamin yelped, bouncing up and down. “I made you want to argue for once. Ha! But never
mind. I use quite a few words myself, but I’m never quite sure He and I mean the same thing either. I suppose
you can’t be blamed; it must be more confusing with Three than with One.”
“Blasphemous old cactus! I really wanted your opinion of Thon Taddeo and whatever’s brewing.”
“Why seek the opinion of a poor old anchorite?”
“Because, Benjamin Eleazar bar Joshua, if all these years of waiting for One-Who-Isn’t-Coming haven’t
taught you wisdom, at least they’ve made you shrewd.”
The Old Jew closed his eyes, lifted his face ceilingward,mesos, and smiled cunningly. “Insult me,” he said in