Seems like the last time I started talking to you again after a major absence was Christmas in Maine. I never really minded Christmas so much, but there's something about being with a family that has to talk about Jesus four or five times a day that makes me feel the oppressive religious context that the Holiday has. Just this morning, North Korea was threatening Russia and Steve's dad comments sarcastically "Great time to make war, on Jesus's birthday." I reeled inside.
You know that North Koreans aren't Christians right? You know that most of that side of the world isn't Christian, right? Japanese, Chinese, North Korean, Indian, Indonesian, on and on and on. And besides, Jesus wasn't even born during Christmas! War on Christmas my ass, more like war on New Years, that the Christians started centuries ago. Everyone recognizes the New Year. Maybe they mark the first day differently, but it's always the same thing we're celebrating. The earth completing it's cycle. What magic and wonderment that the earth repeats such a pattern of life and death and rebirth! Much more wonderful than some dead dude that supposedly got resurrected, but then died anyway and may be god even though he didn't say he was god...you know...it's cool.......? And he was born! Yay! Some dude I don't even know that caused millennium of wars over whether or not he was actually god, he was born. You know what, I prefer celebrating the more glorious nature of the world around me that continues to nurture me and care for me.
It is in our hubris that we started celebrating man's accomplishments rather than the world that helps man accomplish.
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