He is Risen.
Small words. Nothing intellectually demanding here. No plea for pity, no guilt, no emotional indulgence of any kind.
He is risen. Not He loves you, which is lovely; not Peace I give you, which is nice. No philosophy, no theory, no cultural analyses, no political message, no revolution. None of that. Just
He is risen. And time is cloven in two. Like death, it is revealed as false, impotent. There is only eternity, there is only life. Because
He is risen.