"As a woman there's just something inherently vulnerable and humiliating about being naked while wearing shoes, heels to be precise. Itโs as if your dignity has been stripped away from you, reducing you to nothing more than an object for observationโexpected to uphold an illusion of beauty even in your most exposed state."
In my visual arts class, we studied a sketch on ideal human proportions. What struck me was that while the male figure was fully naked, the female figure, though also nude, was depicted wearing heels. It was a subtle yet glaring reminder of the unspoken expectation that in society women must remain visually appealing even in their most vulnerable state.
โA lady and her quill, Journal of wandering thoughts.
Time is like grains of sand slipping through our fingers โ the one thing in life we cannot bargain with; each lost moment gone forever. Yet I alone wander its hidden paths, reclaiming what others surrender.
โA lady and her quill, The Almanac of a Lost Time Traveler.
What would you think if The Chosen had Judas not immediately die from the hanging? Instead, he was taken down and rejoices when he hears rumors of Jesus resurrection before soon dying of his neck injury.
It would a bit controversial to the watchers of the show as Judas dying before witnessing the resurrection of Christ is very essential to the plot. Judas died without ever seeking Christ's forgiveness even though Jesus would have already forgiven him. Him being present for the resurrection would mean he had the chance to ask Jesus for his forgiveness which affects the whole plot.
โJoan of Arc
To the little girl who faded with the dying light of October, 1922โ My dearest Cecilia, It is with unbearable grief that I write to you. Each passing day, I am forced to reconcile with the weight of your absence, haunted by the silence you left behind. Although it wasnโt my hands that took your life, my heart aches with regretโ because in the silence of my heart, I have convinced myself that it was my fault.
โA lady and her quill, Letters to dead children.
โ Albert Camus