Firstly, I’d like to wish everyone a happy Easter Sunday – I hope you all get time to spend loving moments with friends and family. I’d also like to say a few words on the subject of Easter itself, but don’t worry, I’m not going to argue with anyone, because this day, least of all, should be about petty squabbles between blips in the unlimited and expanding cosmos.
Some of you may know that I feel Easter is underrated. This is probably because, unlike Christmas, it is more overtly Christian. Now, obviously, I don’t think that the crucifixion happened on this precise day two thousand years ago, but as this is the time we have elected to celebrate it (or rather the time the Normans chose to celebrate it because they didn’t want to take away a holiday from the Anglo-Saxons in case they got “medieval on their asses”), then we should do something special. Easter is the time of rebirth, whether it’s because of the cyclical renewals of Ishtar, the return of Persephone, or the resurrection of Christ, renewal and rejuvenation is a very important thing to celebrate. We all need it. In fact, we are all doing it constantly. Our cells copy each other every two to three years (depending on the person) and these copies take over from their predecessors before the old one dies – the copies degenerate because, much like cloning, a copy of a copy is never as good as the original. Cells can only achieve this 46 times and then it’s impossible (scientists are working on breaking this to make us immortal, apprently…).
In the light of this, we see that it is in our very biology to wipe the plate clean and start afresh, and if we don’t do this, we die, plain and simple.
You may be wondering what’s sparked all this interest in regeneration. Well, in a few days time, my parents are going to be moving house in Bournemouth. I’ll still be in a similar area; I’ll still be there with all my old friends, but nonetheless it’s a strange feeling to be dismantling the house that I have built, to be looking through dusty legions of old forgotten toys and notes, to take out paintings and pictures I did at eight and realise that however imaginative I think I am my younger self dreamed up a hundred worlds: each one so sprawling and boundless that they take up hundreds of pages. I have literally over two thousand pages of drawings I did of maps of fantasy worlds. I also have over a thousand pages of drawings of the creatures and people that in habit them.
I’ve kept most of the art, gotten rid of the random notes, and had a general clear out. It’s been hard, funny, and therapeutic, and overall, I feel ready for a new home, and a new lease – and what’s more, it seems beautifully appropriate that all this is happening over Easter, the time of rebirth, the time of second comings.
So whether you believe that he walked out of that tomb or not, whether you’re a cynic (cold hearted or otherwise), don’t care, care evangelically, or just want an excuse to have time off, take my advice. Go through some old stuff. Save some of it, get rid of the stuff you don’t need. It will feel like you’ve literally purged your mind of centuries of junk.
And remember – you don’t have to come back from the dead to be reborn.
Thank you all! Happy Easter!
Joseph Sale is a poet, novelist, and writer.
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