He was never the same, afterwards.Who? After what?You know: Lazarus.How do you mean?Well, strange: his mind seemed to be somewhere else.Never had been a deep thinker, in my opinion. Witless
from the get-go. Never stayed with anything long enough
to finish it. No opinions of his own.You knew him well?Nobody knew him. Not really.Why do you say that?If you have to ask...To go back to what I said first — he never really came
back, never was the same as before.What does that matter now? It was all so long ago.I don’t care how long ago it was — nobody said
anything either then or later. Nobody cared what
happened to him or with him afterward. History will
remember only one tiny bit of the story.History doesn’t matter.How can you say that?You’re becoming repetitious. I can say what I please.And I can say how I saw it. Nobody else has the guts to.So?What makes you think it was about Lazarus at all, ever,
in any way? He just happened to be handy.But the sisters: what about the sisters?What about them?They were devastated, lost. And they were so happy
when he came back.For how long were they happy? What did it really
gain them?Their brother was dead. And then he was alive again.
That was everything to them.That was very temporary. It did them no good in the
long run.But for a little while he lived again. That was a miracle.Art
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WRITERSDistinguished WriterWil Kenny
http://www.kingstonfibreartists.ca/The Lazarus Dialogue