Archetypes | THE WILD MESSIAH
He is neither gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. He has the holy fire of the gods within him, that leaves his body gaunt, his blood burning, and his eyes intoxicating. There is some violent grace in him, hollowed out and full of light, that sends the sinful running and the fanatics spinning. He will come in from the wild not with peace but with rage, shaking with the tension of mortal flesh and blood that must hold the divine by sheer force of will. Where he walks power unfolds, untaming beasts, cracking temples and unfettering hearts. When he speaks of what he sees in his waking dreams the masses will listen with a blind passion. He is a theatre; he is a living church; he can never be what he is, which is human. People follow him like sheep, and become as lions. There is love in him enough to sunder nations. In the curve of his smile, in the ripple of the violence he does upon the old world, the universe comes together again.
