I'm reading Harold Bloom's, Jesus and Yahweh: The Names Divine. It looks at the characters of Jesus and Yahweh from a historical and allegorical standpoint. I’m only into it three chapters so far, but I’m finding it fascinating reading. And humbling.
Once again I find myself reflecting on my own history and my honest and sincere desire to believe that Jesus and Yahweh were real, divine persons. And now, the more I read, the more I realize how deluded my own thinking was. It’s still difficult for me to accept that I centered my whole life, for 31 years, around characters that have little, or dare I say, no, proof of even having existed, except in the collective consciousness of people who wanted to create something from nothing. I may as well have given up my life for Santa Claus or the tooth fairy or Zeus for that matter.
Whenever I read these books I can’t help but feel duped and incredibly small. It still boggles my mind how much I took for granted about life and the universe. How narrow-minded my view of things was. How much I overlooked about the Biblical characters and justified in my own mind as a testament to my “faith”. Now I look back on Yahweh and Jesus and so many other Biblical personages and see them for what they are. I do not sugar coat their behavior or try to fit it in with what I want to believe. I see them as characters in someone else’s fiction, characters not unlike Shakespeare’s finest. Interesting, but not real.
All logic aside though, I hear Poseidon’s looking for some new followers. I always thought tridents were pretty sexy. Maybe I could make an exception.