He appeared into the scene like an otherworldly being, providing no indication nor declaration. He did not even issue a warning of what his presence would entail. He may have been the wind, a caress, or a ghost, invading others’ most precious convictions and still haunting mine like a ruthless despot

He appeared into the scene like an otherworldly being, providing no indication nor declaration. He did not even issue a warning of what his presence would entail. He may have been the wind, a caress, or a ghost, invading others’ most precious convictions and still haunting mine like a ruthless despot. (Jeni Dhodary, Jesus of Suburbia)