Some material for satire....

I found it here. If you did not read much of it I do not blame you.

Once upon a time there were two prodigal sons. They were in a pigpen, as prodigal sons sometimes are. It stank.

One of them smelled his chest hairs and thought, "Why....these do not smell like coriander and mustard seed as they once did!" His brother saw him sniffing and said, "Yeah, my chest hairs don't smell so good either." Then he threw a rock in the air, for the frustration of that!

But it came down on his brother's head. He said, "Ouch." Then he rubbed his head a little.

"I can't see now."

His brother said, "Well....maybe our appetites will merge with the pigs more and that way and we can be happy here." Then he bonked himself on the head too.

So the two blind brothers sat there. But at least they forgot about the smell of their chest hairs.

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The real debate behind the story of merged being seems to be between Chicken-man and Dog-man. Who will merge? Who will get their statue in the temple? Who can replace the Spirit? Well, none can defeat the Holy Cow....but fortunately for them, she is not there.

The father is pretty much layed waste too, convlusing on the ground, etc. So another type of pattern will be picked up on.

".....the dog....looked out at him through his son’s sightless eyes."

It's almost spoooky. There is Dog-man! That's not the only place he is in that story.

But let the debate begin,

The Chicken clucks, "Well Dogman, people like having a sense of me. Plus, I do not tend to chase cars and stand in the middle of the street. So take that, Dogman!"

The dog replies, "That's because you're just a big chicken."

"How mean!" Then something hits Chicken-man on the head and the chicken runs around in circles saying, "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"

The dog says, "All that people want from you are your eggs. At least I can help lead the blind. So I should be the hero of this story!"

Then, the dog is the hero of the story. I once was blind....but fortunately, then I merged being with a dog. There are reasons that the prophet's job is to turn son's hearts towards their fathers.

Oh well, that's pretty slick though, hiding spiritual monism behind the disabled. As if that is a new idea. Well, I will write some good Hindu parables about sight and insight sometime. I just couldn't resist making use of that story a little, being that it is the stuff of satire.

Hitler put the merging this way:
"The freedom and dignity of the wild beast must shine from their eyes... That is how I will root out a thousand years of human domestication."

"It is through the peasantry that we shall really be able to destroy Christianity," he said in 1933, "because there is in them a true religion rooted in nature and blood."

I know, some spiritual monists are all nicey nice about being rooted in Nature. But the simple fact remains that the great chain of being behind the Hindu caste system and American slavery was not so great. There is a delectable irony in that story being defended by supposed Christians. I suppose it shows the intellectual level of some Christians these days. The Christian mythos is quite rich. But they just have to try to call the perversity of spiritual monism, diversity.

At any rate, one can go through that story pattern by pattern. It is what it is, regardless those who would deny the Truth. There are none so blind as those who will not see.