[ WP ] A man in the future named Jesus reads a book and decides to model his life after the main character . He gathers his modern technology and goes back in time to convince the people that he is their leader through the use of `` miracles '' . Unfortunately he did not read the end of the book .

So there ’ s this guy. He astounds audiences with his miracles. They clap, they cheer. They see him as more than man, more than mortal. But he dies, just like all of us. He dies and they cry, and they sit in disbelief. How could this happen, they yell. I feel so betrayed, so lost and left astray. And yet, within his death his legacy creates a lineage. A lineage that may not have existed without him. Of course it ’ s possible someone would have taken his place, become the person he was. I mean really it could have been anyone. The time was ripe for that kind of showmanship. The world needed him. 
 
 So what is it, thousands of years later now, and Jesus Montero Smith spends his weekends in the vaults of the museums. Looking through the old manuscripts and documents of an age long forgotten, this man, this oracle of his time, revels in his new found immortality. That ’ s the beauty of the written word. All you need is an observant pair of eyes, and you live again. But Jesus is immediately taken by this story, by the simplicity of his ability to captivate, to bring out the best of others, to be more than a mere diversion. He is the innate representation of awe. 
 
 So Jesus decides to check it out for himself. Setting the dial for 1904, and unbinding the handcuffs of time, travels back to see him. Jesus wasn ’ t so interested in the miracles so much as how he could illicit such a response. Jesus wanted to experience the unknown. He lives in a time where everything has an answer. The past, the present, even the future; they exist on an even plane, and infinite understanding of temporal reality. 
 
 Jesus finds himself in a crowd, and he waits. And finally it happens, and the crowd goes wild, and the miraculous nature of everything is like a tidal wave. Of course it doesn ’ t matter how any of the miracles are actually accomplished. That ’ s not the point. There ’ s a comfort in believing in something beyond yourself. In something that provides a glimmer of hope that there ’ s more than meets the eye. 
 
 Of course Jesus knows what happens when you die. Of course Jesus knows it ’ s all showmanship. Jesus knows that the man will die in a few years still relatively young. But for a moment he was able to revel in the magic of uncertainty, even as a false creation, even as an expected notion. 

