If we can truly know that God is dead, and can fully actualize the death of God in our own
experience, then we can be liberated from the
threat of condemnation, and freed from every
terror of a transcendent beyond.
It is, of course, our story: the
threat, real or simply paranoid; the flight in
terror through the wilderness of despair; the wonder of sustenance in the desert; the darkness, the stillness, the strangely comforting loneliness of the cave in which we spend a night or a week or however long it takes for the noise and fury of our hell to subside; the perception of the gift, now, of gentle silence; the miracle, then, of the discovery anew of the «isness» of the Word, but the immediate, bitter protest against it because it will not let us stay in this place of haven from storm, this realm of the silence of gentleness, because it sends us back again, and because it rebukes the pride of our paranoia, our monumental sense of absolutely unique commitment and persecution; and finally our return, to call an Elisha on the way and to resume the work of ministry to Word of God and word of earth, renewed by the whole kaleidoscopic
experience of the trip to the Cave.
They say, it demonises Israel for it's legitimate response to the
threat of
terror and annihilation; they say, that it's a stick for anti-semites to beat Jews with; and that it demeans the South African
experience and offensive for this very reason.