Ancient History

Astrology is still wildly popular. It’s based upon the notion that stars and planets plot your destiny. As if the heavens care about your little ass. The bulk of humanity still hasn’t evolved to the point where it can live without stories of Higher Powers guiding it. Perhaps these stories are a bulwark against the lack of control most of us really have in our lives. I can understand that. I think it’s a bunch of shit, but I get the impetus.

Nearly my entire family is born-again Christian.  My cousin, my aunt and I were the only holdouts. I chose atheism, and my aunt and cousin remained Catholic until they died. That leaves me as the only holdout against the cult of Jesus. I do the best I can to understand their beliefs. It doesn’t get easier as time passes. I judge. I admit it. I wish my family could see how absurd their stories are. Gods and floods, water to wine, horsemen of the Apocalypse…the problem with their belief is that so much of it is unbelievable. Objectivity is impossible when you have faith that the story is true.

God hasn’t really been much involved with mankind for about 2000 years. His absence is conspicuous. But that doesn’t stop the believers. They think God is still talking to them, that is he now inside instead of out. OK. Sure. No way to disprove that kind of nonsense. It’s mostly harmless, I guess. But there’s a class of hucksters that take it to another level. They go back, way back to the ancient mythology of God-given signs in the sky and earth. You would think these people would eventually disappear from discourse because they are wrong all of the time. It’s even worse when it bleeds into politics. Blood moons falling on obscure Jewish holidays? Eclipses over the Antarctic? That must meeeean something.

I tire of the stories. An eclipse is a natural phenomenon. It’s not a portent, it just happens. That’s the way things are set up. Blood moons are just shadow play. That’s the order of things. There’s nothing more to it. Anyone should be able to see this. But the stories are stubborn. I mean, this isn’t Sumeria, this is 21st century America. I’m embarrassed for these poor fuckers and their ancient superstitions. I’m almost mad about it because they are conning people I love dearly.

We must make peace with the notion that the universe isn’t interested in us. Even with all of our stories, the fact is that we are not terribly interesting.

 

About The Head Seminarian

I might be the nicest person you'll ever meet, but if you don't believe me, that is because I hate you. I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I came to remind you of this, not make it worse. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. If you have a bad memory, you will forget this. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

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