Of late I’m re-reading Oscar Wilde’s De Profundis. In there he spoke of Christ. He didn’t call him, Jesus, he called him always Christ. Oscar was a protestant who had a classical education, and he read Christian texts in the original Greek. His Christ is a romantic figure, idealized, a deeply personal interpretation. Each act and twist to the Christ story steeped with nuances and symbolism. How often do we make heros, villians and gods of others, by projecting our internal movies on to external landscapes? The collective consciousness, Jung and Campbell, the metaphors and archetypes of art, history and religion; are they not all communicating the different facets of reality? How do we make sense of the ever shifting kaleidoscope of human experience ? Which are the chickens and which are the eggs?