It's a Mad Mad Mad [sic] World

I think that the Human Animal is a religious animal. That quality is as innate as anything can be said to be. Of course, in times past, religiosity made sense. Some, at least. The farther back you go, the closer to the stone age hunter-gatherer you get, the more sense it made, the more sense it makes (the hunter-gatherer is not extinct, but merely endangered).

At some point in our mad spiral, tribal gods stopped making sense to us. So they became gods of the city-state, the kingdom, the empire. That mutability is advantageous in some situations. Maybe, in its own way, in all situations. As a tribe migrates from the desert to the grasslands, it only makes sense that their gods should change with their environment. And as we hurtle towards destruction (knowingly, mind you), our gods begin to reflect that. Doomsday cults. And I'm not just talking about people who wear identical running shoes and drink poisoned Kool-Aid. I'm talking about neo-Fundamentalists of all faiths. Have you ever watched Jack Van Impe Presents? The glee with which he announces the end of the world based on current events and their supposed parallels in Scripture is truly disturbing. As we completely lose contact with the natural world, as we deal out mortal blows to our Mother (to be metaphorical), our religions will reflect that, just as they did when our ancestors moved from grassland to desert to forest to tundra. In a world gone mad, God is a Hatter. A fucking March Hare.


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