Once upon a Time, so the story goes, in a manger a child was born, miraculously, somehow simultaneously poor and humble yet revered by three wise men drawn to the birthplace astrologically ... leaving aside for now any feminist quips about the chances of three wise men turning up ad hoc to announce the arrival of the latest prophet, a male again, to soften the image of the old imaginary creator god, forever smiting errant humans for their sins, women, in some creation stories, taking the blame for the problems arising in the groins of men ... astute observers may note the latest religions developed this theme ...
Apostasy?
In linguistic terms it's the apostrophes that concern me, the writer, another bloke ... with a tendency to overthink and overdo the commas and the clever attempts to play with words to confuse the reader(s) and maybe challenge some of them to question the danger of believing them to be the things described ... which they palpably are not ... mistaking consciousness or gods separate from us to have a gender in Reality clearly erroneous. .. the joys of sex notwithstanding ... and anyway that urge in humans may play out in other ways than that prescribed by dirty minded power mad priests, sometimes perverted by their guilty consciences to furtively fumble illicitly or blatantly ... please excuse the exaggeration for effect, it's not intended to offend, only to shock a little ... or a lot ... and for those pedants already chewing on about the inaccuracy of confusing apostrophes with commas, obviously such artistic licence is excused to introduce apostasy ... though the game is exposed when explained, of course!
At this point it should be noted that the hypocrisy of the once true faith, still hanging on to compulsory celibacy for holy folks and hell fire for homosexuals, is not judged here ... just discerned since it has been a big mistake causing much suffering ...
So, this two thousand or so year old story held sway in many parts of the world, especially Western hemisphere, and even East, through imperial conquest ... the verity of Love long forsaken for forced conversions ... another major error ... still, we celebrate the name of Christ, though Christian churches were mostly empty, even before the current kindly meant government decrees to enslave the people so we could serve the machines more efficiently ...
The latest religion, scientism, and its high priests, dodgy pseudo-scientists, with their firm beliefs in atheism, serving humans not recognising their own souls, or anyone else's for that matter ... drives the current crisis ... since clearly the robots, clever as they are, are not wise, since they are not endowed with souls ... and, at this point, it may be noted, for sake of accuracy, that the notion of separate souls is erroneous. ..
But all this conjecture is down the line ... consequential not fundamental .. meanwhile, the game goes on, with sophists serving plutocrats serving their love of money ... once that's rooted out we may make progress ... return to Unity ... don't hold your breath!
Meanwhile, in Weardale, the first snow shows itself on the fells, the elders hope to be released from their captivity next week, people start to feel the fear abating, whether through new hope from miraculous vaccines, insight into the nature of the plot, or just a yearning to return home to Love, who knows?
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