Faulty Ivory Towers
The learner always begins by finding fault, but the scholar sees the positive merit in everything.
— Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831)
Inside Plato's Cave — The Allegory With a Son-Rise Ending
Faulty Ivory Towers
The learner always begins by finding fault, but the scholar sees the positive merit in everything.
— Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831)
The titled responsion is...
If you find yourself searching for answers, you are in good company, Academics and thought leaders of all backgrounds haven't always oriented themselves towards the right (aka, the light). I posted this image of a familiar nativity scene. The irony runs deep if this image is indeed inside Plato's Cave. Since it's an allegory, then why not? Why not paint this picture with the darkness lit only from the artificial? The sun will rise and has every day since the life and death of Plato. Jesus, on the other hand, was more than likely a fiction with no reliable historical corroboration. The light comes from the cave's entrance, not from the spirit of the allegory itself. Duh!
Jesus never experienced the warmth of a sunrise on his face or the fade to black of a setting sunset. You must be born to be born again. Jesus is a fake, a fiction, and a figment of your imagination. No, you say! Well, we will see. Wanna bet?
Incongruent to bring in Plato, I know. First, the timeline doesn't match; Plato had no idea what a Jesus myth was or could be. Manifest and made flesh was the modus operandi of the Christian cult. Plato was platonic in forme. The West bastardized it, Christianized it, and made the spirit spooky at a distance. The spookiness that I am referring to was more of the Quantum variety, but it just kinda fits. Not really, but that's OK; it's a fictional narrative. We can make whatever allegory we want to. Right? When you make up stories, isn't this sort of thing understood to be part of the faith claim? A complex cultural form of implied consent? Oh, right, that is what religion is for. It has a function, after all.
The Father, the Sun, and Holy Shit!
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
— Gabriel García Márquez (1927-2014)
The titled responsion is...
Mixing metaphors is a faux pas; that's French for a finger waving, no, no! And yet the framing of a patriarch as a pastiche and a parish priest where the wisdom of the matriarch is trumped by the heard.
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