Chili

Tay John is beautiful little read that is circular like the Bible and the Wake and Pasternak and Karamazov as they are all the same, where here now the Canadian Indians N.W. of Edmonton always knew there was a 'woman behind them' who wanted to say but could not say because her mouth was always filled with dust, mud or snow behind them rip-snorting away . . . until finally he died from a [persistent] agony, they called it, and not from his words but from the silent lie he could not utter that Yaada called the 'chocking lie' for him. To complete this she put a rock in his mouth that also there the 'rock of faith' to get the best of him.

Accordingly He, too, died and on a cross as if crucified on that special sacred tree [in the shape of a cross] that the whole tribe knew about and was fully and consciously aware . . . in fear that someday they might die on that one too.

And the story is circular to say that it returns myth as the bible does from Revelation to Gen.1:1 for the second go-around in life, this time with the woman beside him celebrating life itself after the work in slavery to desire has been done.

From the introduction What I find most interesting here is the cross, the woman, and choking lie [she called it] wherein the rock [she put in his mouth] sealed the final cave to bury him.