Irish doctor with too many thoughts, too little time and a blog that's supposed to check in on reality.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Text from St Peters

From a friend who flew out Wednesday and finally got to pray in front of JP2's body this morning at 6.30am Roman time...

"In at half 6 after 15 hours. Amazing. No one will ever be loved like this again in out lifetime. This has to rock world to foundations. So tried. Can't move"

Eamonn Fitzgerald provides a blow by blow, hour by hour account of his wait.
I like his final account -
2.10 am Face to face, at last. "What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?" From Hamlet (II, ii, 115-117). Tranquil, he is, despite the bursts of flashes from all kinds of photographic devices. This is how the new pilgrim gathers relics. No piece of the robe, no sliver of bone. A digital image.


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