An Advance in Knowledge

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The Christ Archetype

Can you imagine being a leper? Skin rotting? Shunned at every moment? Imagine it.

Can you imagine being cured of leprosy? Can you imagine hearing that there is someone who can cure you?

Imagine it.

What is not so important is whether or not there ever was a Jesus Christ who could cure leprosy. What matters is the archetype. Have you ever been helpless? Not known which way to turn for assistance? Heartburn? A chastening rash? Disease is the most archetypal of all. Had a friend who asks too much of you? Been lured by a big payoff via a small deceit? Or a not so small one?

The important thing to bear in mind is that these kind of issues are at the heart of a truly human awareness. They can pick us up by the tail and thrash us about, if we're not careful. Deep down - deep, deep, down - we all know that.

And the answer to (what seems to be) all our problems can come from outside. Sometimes problems fix themselves, sometimes we fix our own problems, or at least somehow adjust to them, but often it's through the assistance of a wise person that we are cured of our ills. Deep, deep, down we know this. Out there in the world there could be someone who knows exactly how to help us. And that will mean the difference between agony and ecstacy.

Here is what I hope will strike you as a profound truth: It does not matter at all that the man we some of us think of as Jesus never walked this earth. We each carry what Jesus (our saviour) means to us within us. We can't help but hope for a cure to our ills - it is a necessary part of our structure. They spoke of the coming of the messiah for hundreds of years before year dot, and we should now know why.

Cambodia

I've never seen it said, so I will say it now: The killing feilds of Cambodia would never have happened if America hadn't bombed the country to near oblivion. Today it is looked upon as the prime example of what Godless Communism is capable of. The ironies of this world never cease to dishearten me.

The bombs that fell on Cambodia were to a certain (large) extent an end in themselves - they were consumed so that the sons-of-bitches responsible for their production could earn a profit from it and move on to produce new and improved batches of bombs.

These bombs killed around 150 000 people, in villages and throughout the countryside. Can you imagine what it would have been like to survive such a bombing campaign? To see people week-in, week-out, being torn apart by bombs. And then there's the sheer physical assault of the bombs themselves - the noise, the pressure waves, the burst eardrums. And then there's the terror of not knowing where the next one is going to land. Surely many - probably most - would've been bordering on becoming unhinged with shell-shock.

What happened next was the country was left to fend for itself, and the people who survived the bombings took control.

Fuck you America, for being the nation that did that to those people. And fuck all of you present-day Americans who live with your head up your arse - all 99% of you [ok,ok, all 51% of you]. I hope one day you will truly see what your great nation can claim responsibility for.