By Prem Gongaju
I
I saw the winning woman collapse with joy on the floor of the Julien’s Auction House. Indeed a rare and uncommon sight to behold. An unadulterated expression of pure ecstasy by the winner of Princess Diana’s dress. “A silk floral printed day dress.”
The floral dress was known as “Caring Dress” because, designer David Sassoon explained, “Diana often wore it when visiting hospitals and sitting with patients.”
No sooner than “the auctioneer’s gavel fell and the dress was declared hers, Plant shouted “Oh my god!, and promptly fainted.”
Renae Plant, the founder of The Princess Diana Museum, held the winning bidder number 333.
II
The combination of the bidder’s 333 number and her Oh-my-god catalytically proved my “Dust of Snow”, and I was teleported to the Hill of the Skull.
And I beheld the Roman soldiers keen on bidding for the possession of the clothes of the crucified One.
III
The denouement of danse macabre will usher the beginning of the halcyon days.
And the hell freezes over at night.
“The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.”
“With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.”
Like the King of Kings, let us love our fellow men and fellow women.
