But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
It's like Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Savannah and the sweet accents, the old manor and boneyards on both sides of the street, a lavish and antique city of graves next to the ocean, the lashes of nuclear fire on the horizon, the pink and neon green sizzle and radiation, the water boiling and the beaches all forsaken and washed away, painted eyelashes, reappearing in a brilliant flash, a throat full of honeycombed volcanic glass.