It Ain't Jesus It's Noah
So on Easter I thought about this. This whole thing with Jesus rising year after year and never really coming back just seems preposterous. So it can't be Him; that's too easy. You see we were all once hunters and gatherers at one time in the past. The agriculture and technology and printing and oh the mounds of information. But since then that's all we humans can really do in this place we continue to label "Nature," even though we're part of it.
All the other animals go around doing their animal thing. And we left that, calling it something and locking the door behind us. Berries? Why bother! We're too advanced! Firewood? What? Are you crazy? I need to find stuff, you know, do a search or something in the Internet. Gather it all up. Any new knowledge is just more stuff we didn't have before, so we gather and gather and gather.
And all this time we're wiping out the animals. Yet all we can do is, well, point. So it ain't no Jesus comin' on through next time soon. It's Noah, and he's mighty pissed.
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Are you sure that's Noah, coming down the track? I believe that the rough beast shambling toward Bethlehem to be (re)born, just might be Ut-Napishtim. If that's the case, then we have a Prophet of a much darker god. Marduk may have 50 names, but not one of them means, "friend."
His last words on the earth were, "The next time you see me coming, you better run."
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