Joy of a hollow feeling

This time of year there are some things that are best empty, as long as it is not one’s heart or head.

As shoppers customarily buy chocolate eggs and bunnies, this April it is a fitting reminder that the majority of the purchase volume is simply air. To a child, this is of no great

problem, to the child the more air the better, for the larger foil wrapper means a larger, sweet chocolate sphere, and a larger quantity of that unique smelling factory air contained inside. It’s an experience worth savouring, especially when contrasted with the authentic work of a chicken.

There is no glory in an egg itself, (albeit all its glory is within). For, if an egg was to remain uncracked it would be only a horror, a reminder of something spoiled, much like the child who would gorge on its chocolate counterpart.

An egg achieves its intended purpose when it is cracked open, whether it be in a frying pan or peeping chick, only then is the shell beautiful, for it has unbound its golden treasure.

Wombs and eggs are best

rendered empty, for if they are not, they are a fowl tomb. That is why I am reminded at this time every year that a grave is also best found empty, even better unfilled, but nonetheless vacated is even more triumphant.

I’m reminded once more of another hollow feeling, a long time ago. There was one who fantastically entered a womb then exited it, entered creation and died in it, He was placed in an empty tomb, hollow and dark, decorated with a foil and seal.

If that tomb was not vacated, hollow, all hell would not have been an empty threat.

Enjoy that hollow feeling this Easter, then enjoy its sweetness.

Cruise Hamilton

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