The body is the Judas in our lives.
At some point,  we are forced to seek
resurrections never thought of.
At some point, beauty, grace and strength 
transsubstatiate into a newer aspect
of our lives — one not always easily 
embraced though undeniable if we
are to remain alive from the outside
in, the inside out.  If you have not seen
someone die, you may not know how
tenaciously the body, heart and soul
want to stay alive. Not, I believe, from
a fear of death but a desire not to miss
anything regarding being alive —
including the agony of dying,
that final Judas kiss.