"Do not go gentle into that good night; Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Intro
Tired of feeling so old you think you've heard it all before? Tired of being told what to think, how to behave, what to believe? Worried about the signal-to-noise ratio affecting all your remaining functional senses? Tired of the mitigation of that all-important Signal by suffocating noise; the constant battering of your well-developed mind by media rubbish; by the constant yammering of self-interest groups; by the earnest indoctrinations of the social engineers? Wonder if the "ultimate truth" you've been fed all this time is a crock of excrement? Yup! you are like the rest of us! Unfortunately, there are no answers here . . . Just a frustrated existential rant. Beware! These are subjects forbidden in a pub, a church, a dinner party, or after-sex conversation.
Sunday, 25 October 2015
Chapter 2: Gods
Skip ahead to a huge population explosion and migration. Our Timmy tribe did this when they procreated faster than the indigenous food supply. Eventually our Timmys (and their stories) discover science and move from the nomadic hunter-gatherer society to an organised agricultural environment. They stayed in a single place. And procreated even more enthusiastically (as demanded by most species' survival genes). They need the Good Things to feed themselves because their planet tilts at 23 degrees and brings quite harsh seasons (dependent on the latitude they migrated to). And so the Leopard-That-Ate-My-Wife is replaced by the Drought-That-Ate-My-Crops and the Bloody-Cold-That-Froze-Us-All. And so they prayed . . .
"Remaining in one place and procreating" eventually leads to city-states and empires. Compress a few thousand Timmys into a well and they start to find other Bad Things. Invisible Things. Things-That-Made-My-Wife-Bleed-And-Die. Let's call them spirits and witches and find someone to blame (and burn).
And, of course, our well of organised, imaginative, self aware Timmys decided to create leaders to deal with all the troublesome issues of the day. Like making sure that they are not murdered in their sleep by Bad Things, Visible or Invisible. "We pay our tithes; why aren't you protecting us?" So started institutions like the Inquisition. Serves you right, Timmy.
Civilisation reaches a point where science, as proven by the creation of complex architecture for church buildings, sundials for time keeping, almanacs for predictive weather forecasts, astronomy for navigation, metallurgy for weapons and armor, and the like, has now made the worship of all those old Gods irrelevant. Primitive, even! What began to replace all those deities and pantheons was a growing need for a single deity; a monotheism.
And that is where it gets really interesting!
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