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the most famous man who ever lived

“the most famous man who ever lived”

hollow is the story of “jesus”---
hollow 
like the stamp with which it was printed,
hollow as these other mythical hero 
archetypes,
which all bear a supernatural birth,
which all bear the hunting of said hero
as an infant, with an exciting & dramatic
subsequent getaway,
which all bear the entertaining magic tricks during 
the hero’s youth,
which all bear the blind adoration, devotion &
worship that follows
when he is seen as “divine,”
only to be betrayed, executed & 
for that big fat finale…
RESURRECTION!
(which all christians want to happen for them as well,
be it secretly or not)

and then, of course, 
our hollowman gets
made into a martyr 
for which history is supposed to 
weep & remember,
weep & remember,
weep & remember.

to say that “jesus” was a man,
to say that he lived at all, that his life was in any way
original or authentic,
is to say the same of Osiris, Hercules, Baal, Attis, Adonis 
& Asclepius (to name a few)
were all real people…
all who mr. “jesus” bears just a little more than
coincidental 
liking to.  

still, over 40% of americans 
believe that “he” is going to return within the next 40
years---
this of course has nothing at all to do with 
the relative age of those asked &
what their lil’ dreams are of getting to be on the
planet when “he” does, right?

(throat clearing)

having created a character of fiction,
one which can be mentioned to be
“the most famous man who ever lived,”
seems a bit gratuitous, doesn’t it?
but then again, those who believe it 
are the same who believe that there is a 
place that they can go
when they are dead &
they will get all the gold stars that they’ve been
earning
all the years that they have been alive---
opportunists,
opportunists,
opportunists,
who will create a “history” in order to 
provide themselves an
out---
all so they can sleep at night.

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