So a cage appears in Times Square. Nobody seems to know where it came from. It just appeared. And in the cage is a woman. She appears to be in tremendous pain, as if tormented by demons. As if being burnt.
Everyone is trying desperately to help her. There appears to be no way into the cage. Police and emergency workers arrive. They all try everything they can to free her, to no avail. Her screams are unbearable to hear. People turn away. They can’t bear to listen. People are beside themselves with frustration. It goes on for almost an hour. The whole of the square is cleared. There is no sound in the centre of NY except for the almost animal noises the tortured soul in the cage is making. It echoes down the empty streets – empty because no-one can help and no-one can bear to listen.
It continues for hours. The government is called in. The best minds in the country try to work out how to help this poor woman. The news goes international. Offers of help pour in but as the days go on, every suggestion fails. They cannot even move the cage.
Weeks pass and the whole of New York is deserted. Nobody can bring themselves to live anywhere near the continuous torment that this woman is enduring. Her husband has gone literally mad and some of her family and friends have even committed suicide because they can’t live with the thought of what this woman is going through.
Then one day a priest asks the authorities for a meeting. He knows what is happening. He knows what the woman is going through and why. He tells the authorities that she is being punished. But most think he is mad. What person could deserve what this woman is suffering? What crime could possible deserve such a punishment?
‘But she turned away from God,’ says the priest. It seems that the woman’s mother spent her whole life caring for the poor, for the disadvantaged. She sacrificed her life for others. She was an example to all. And one night she was killed driving home to see her grandchildren by a drunken driver running a red light.
The woman was beside herself. She went to her church and blasphemed God. The priest actually had it on tape:
“Haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui; officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem – eas in crucem.”
“She would not repent so she is being punished for it. You cannot help her”.
And the question is asked: ‘But if we cannot help her, how long must she endure this agony?’
‘Forever’, says the priest. ‘For all eternity. It will never end’.
With thanks to Aaron Sorkin, writer of The West Wing, for the Latin.
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