The Gospel According to Judas - A Handbook on Life

We all have our own points of view. I was shown this quite graphically once. I was looking at the first page in this old Bible I had, the Book of Genesis, with the “Let there be light” and all on it. Then I was allowed to see how qualitatively changed when seen through people’s views from history. Albert Einstein had something like an Earl Grey flavor type of filter — yes, like an Instagram filter these were. Vincent van Gogh had something like fruit juice, something like lime crossed with mango. I saw my own, from times back, and that was like lemonade. (I regretted looking through Hitler’s, similar to Albert’s, but with a strange coldness that I have come to know as the feeling of evil.) The best may have been Leonardo da Vinci, who was, as Vincent put it, “stingy with his stuff.” It was like the hint of looking at the original Declaration of Independence, that Bible page. But the most curious was Jesus Christ’s. I couldn’t hold a fraction of his point of view. There was so much of it, shifting in my eye, ungraspable like dense, transparent smoke. He really was infinite. He really is the Son of God. Fancy that.