Massiveness of documentation, fragility of preservation: this is our condition. How will digital records be kept alive across decades, centuries, and millennia?
Will the resurrected body of the Christian MMA fighter still have all those concussions? Be able to pull up his pants? Will the wounds still show?
The image of Christ’s suffering body is thoroughly embedded in Christianity. Even the Creeds say nothing about Jesus’ teachings; they really only discuss his birth, death, resurrection.
Death, writes Walter Benjamin, marks the passage of time. It regulates the voice of the storyteller; it guides pace and rhythm.
In the melancholy words of Virginia Woolf, those who have passed away continually “leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams.”