Jesus laughed to himself as he hung on the cross, for he knew that the pain and the suffering weren’t real, that his death wasn’t real, for soon he would lie in a cave, and his body, which he didn’t need anyway, would heal. He knew that he would go up to his father and be happy, and that this little instant in time was as nothing. Again he laughed to himself as he watched his worshipers weeping, for he knew they wept only because they thought his suffering was real, that he was really dying, and that death was a final end.

If they only knew how they were being fooled! Why, they might go mad! They’d be crying out, “No one has really died for us! No one has really suffered for us! We will have to face punishment for our sins after all! We will have to face justice! Not fair! We don’t want justice! We want mercy and pity! We want to get away with our bad deeds! We want to be evil and good, vicious and innocent, empty and full, miserable and joyous! To be nothing and to be something!!”

Jesus laughed to himself as he hung on the cross.