mark chapter 08 Never mind aliens. We will soon have to explain ourselves to intelligent machines. "Explain again, if you wish, why we should take you with us." "Ah." Mark tells the feeding of thousands in the desert with next to nothing. Again, it ain't true. Many scholars have tried to interpret this, which is in itself quite amazing. Some of those scholars, however come to the same conclusion that your humble, David Copperfield pure of heart kind of a soul, narrator. Wait. Where is the bloody angel. The conclusion. Nonsense. Whatever happened did. It may very well have been a moving event, like a Maynard Ferguson concert was for trumpet players. But the food Jesus gave out was little different from Maynard. Or Nina. And this is a good thing. Believing in Jesus doesn't make too much sense. It can be helpful. Even this message gets through: Don't worship the dead. Life is for the living. Seeing is believing. No it isn't. Flog. Where are we here. Priests ask Jesus to do tricks and he won't. Then he goes off and here I must think of Hamlet. Because Hamlet does it much better. Then I can forget about this 101 rhetoric for a moment and get back to forcing out the point that Jesus, even if he didn't exist, or was someone completely different, should have been telling us: "Our ancestors have made some horrible bloody mistakes in their effort in finding a way to deal with being aware of their condition. In fact. Until now, we have been mad. But we are cuddly, so let's do it better so our descendants have a chance to do it better. Assholes." Then he spit on a few people to make them see. I've heard it asked; should one take the bible literally or figuratively. Well, bloody hell, here's how you take it: You educate yourself. Go to a few different lands. Talk to a few thousand educated people. Read a thousand books written by brilliant writers. Read different philosophys and religions. And most important. See what is real and don't force your ancestor's laws into it. Then you will see; it's just another book. And the writing of books can be a tedious waste of time. Unless it inspires one, maybe three people to embrace the concept of evolution and accept their mission in it. Take a walking part of the war. That was a Roger Waters line so we'll zap back to Jesus. "Don't tell no one I'm the messiah." He means yet. And he should mean a messiah and he should say the place will be over run with messiahs soon. They'll write books, paint pictures, sing songs and dance their way through life encouraging others to wake up and grab heaven. Mark makes it less clear that Jesus told the disciple his hanging on the cross and not being dead was something arranged with some of the most powerful monkies of the time. But we are cuddly. So forget yourself and pick up your cross, the burden of your ancestors, the sins they dropped on you, and follow the road that ain't a bloody burning hell of a dead end. Boycott world poisoning and outrageous tyranny against life and mankind. What's the sense of having all the gold of the planet in one pile, all the oil and coal burnt, if all of life is dead. Well. What is the flogging point, you self appointed holyer than thou bloody priests of law, ritual and plunder. Some of you will see that the kingdom of God is here and now and that we are it.