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Human, All Too Human

Post  Tom on Thu Feb 12, 2009 3:43 pm

Christianity as Antiquity.

"When we hear the ancient bells growling on a Sunday morning we ask ourselves: Is this really possible! This, for a Jew, crucified two thousand years ago, who said he was God's son." George read out loud from the flickering monitor screen, as it cast a dim light across the otherwise dark room. Danielle and George Junior had since gone to bed, in truth George was training himself to cope with less sleep; and in order to kill two birds with one stone he was training his mind to process information more quickly.

Those few milliseconds could mean the difference between life and death, he reasoned. And after all, if he fell to foul weapons of the enemy then Danielle and George Junior would lose the only thing standing between them and the outside. So he told himself, and it helped if only a little.

Danielle had shrugged her shoulders when George had told her he wasn't coming to bed tonight. The second night in a row. She'd offered him a questioning, if worried expression. The kind he'd become accustomed to since he'd returned home from Afghanistan, and whilst she probably wouldn't suggest he saw a shrink, he knew damn well that thought had crossed her mind.

Hell, it had crossed his until a few weeks ago. Until he'd engaged the enemy here on his soil, this was what the vision meant - this was bigger than Danielle or George Junior, but he wasn't willing to admit that to himself just yet.

"Okay, so far so good." He said out loud, with a quiet exhalation as his eyes caught a glimpse of the red packet of his Marlboro's on the desk. He knew there were three cigarettes left, but he was cutting out the cigarettes as well; and perhaps more painfully so the alcohol. He'd replaced his hip flask with apple juice instead of whisky, without telling anyone of course; him going sober would be the kind of news that might become gossip, the kind of gossip that might alert the enemy.

"The proof of such a claim is lacking." George read from the screen. Nietzsche was hard going, that was why he'd chose this to read - although in truth he'd flicked through passages until he found one that looked easy to read. He didn't know if he was missing parts of the story, or the fact that he was reading philosophy and not fiction, therefore the fact that there was no story for him to follow.

"Certainly the Christian religion is an antiquity," he stopped at this point, pinched the topmost part of his nose and switched windows until he found Google there waiting for him. He typed in "define: antiquity," typing the last word twice before he got the spelling right. Sleep deprivation certainly wasn't helping matters.

"The historic period preceding the Middle Ages in Europe; ancientness: extreme oldness; an artifact surviving from the past," he read from this window. "So." He paused, as he flicked back to the first window. "The Christian religion is very old." He corrected the book, this didn't differ at all to what he heard at Church on Sundays. He didn't need to read a book that told him the same stuff, but he told himself that wasn't the point of the exercise.

"Projected into our times from remote prehistory," He continued, until he found another word he wasn't too sure of. Evidently, he hadn't chosen very wisely when he'd started reading this passage in particular. He flicked to the second window again, typing "prehistory" into Google on this occasion.

"The time during the development of human culture before the appearance of the written word," he read out loud from the second window this time. This definition was a little more bewildering, but he guessed it also meant old. He shrugged his shoulders, flicked to the first window and continued. "And the fact that the claim is believed - whereas one is otherwise so strict in examining pretensions."

George paused, with a long sigh. Picked up the pack of cigarettes and stood up. This was going to be a long night for sure, but he understood that he was stubborn enough to see it through to the end - thatís why he'd made it back from that hellhole after all.

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