Odd frame of mind, perhaps connected to the unsettled weather. As with the weather, a few moments of worthwhile things, but with the Kindle rebuild taking my attention, achieved almost nothing with the day afterwards. On some days, the ship is stilled, no matter how much canvas is there for the wind. Remarkable sunset, though. Tomorrow is, as they say, another day that is only a day away.
The more I think about the resurrection on the third day, the clearer the meaning of having an entire day between the day of death and the day of resurrection, a complete event or cycle, seems to be. Undoubtedly an idiosyncracy of my understanding; it's my entirely amateur understanding that three-day spiritual exercises were a thing in Judaism.
Some of the Protestant writers of the last century held that Christianity had as much to do with any random pagan, primitive cult as it does with Judaism. What those thinkers might have missed, inter alia, is that our notion of random pagan cult is very much informed by being in the tradition of Judeo-Christian thinking. They are primitive because they don't have our liturgy, they are pagan, because they don't have our theology. It would be impossible meaningfully to imagine such a thing, because the vocabulary of our imagination belongs to our tradition. What those thinkers perhaps really intended to advance was a negation of Judaism by means of its already-conceived opposite. You can't have the inauthentic without having designated the authentic in advance. Christianity arose from every ground, not no ground in particular.