Revelation

That magician, for instance, wandering through Palestine, performing his feats and rattling the bones of all who looked upon him. He was great! He was fantastic and doomed and he took it on the chin, We could hardly have loved A Man more. But every time he spoke or raised his hand, sometimes even when he blinked the veil grew more sheer; sometimes a corner grew tattered and lifted off the earth like a circus tent in an electrical storm, the carnival of that man! All around him people were puzzling over yeast or no yeast, cloven hooves (not good, they were right), what to do about beards and tattoos, The Law, The Law, The Law, and here He is, a sudden Baal Shem, and everywhere He steps the world flips! upside down. [...] (You didn't understand about Him at all then, You understand less now. He was an impatient man, driven. Imagine Him boarding a train right now, a train you are on, the sinister cut of his suit, the look in his eyes. Maybe he is dangerous, or maybe he is just a man to share a dry martini with: He passes you, you cannot say which He is, and then He's gone. A sexy, impossible, impertinent man not prone to suffering fools.) [...] Never in the history of You Know What have people grieved so mightily, and for so long. You're grieving still, aren't you? You wouldn't know Him if He tipped His hat to you on the street. He would terrify you. [267-277]

Kimmel, Haven. "Revelation." In Killing the Buddha: A Heretic's Bible, edited by Peter Manseau and Jeff Sharlet. Free Press, 2004. ISBN: 0743232763.