The real point of this is, again, to get back to the point of religion: odd stuff comes out when you discuss stuff, when people finally verbalize what's bubbled up in their soul since a wayward remark in their kindergarten Sunday school. Every detail, from the odd vocabulary to the emphasis on the eschaton, places them exactly where they were on that day they turned 6, it's like the thumbprint of his Sunday school teacher on his forehead.
Of course, sometimes it's odd. Like, when I was four, I somehow got into my head the cute idea that one's sins are only forgiven on Easter. I was very worried that spring until Easter came, since I was a very wicked little boy and knew it. I don't know just where, even now, I got that silly notion. I suppose I could construct it from the teachings I got, but based on that information alone, could you tell what I was brought up as at that age? Catholic? Orthodox? Lutheran? Episcopalian? Baptist? Definitely not Jewish, that much you can tell. If I shared the exact reasoning that I guess I used, you might be able to tell, but I never do. I'm a very private man. OPSEC, as it were.
I suppose, in a sense, it is an error not too far off from the truth of it all, but my reasons for saying that now would be quite different from my reasons for saying it then.
So what brings this up? I ran into some young wanker who was worried about his friends and family, that Christ could come back soon and they weren't all exactly religious. I told him to calm down, they're more likely to get creamed by a bus. People get creamed by buses every day but Christ is only coming back once. He could get creamed by a bus and he has no way of knowing that he's not damned, too. The way he said it placed his upbringing exactly. We all have traces of our past trailing behind us like toilet paper on our shoes.
And then there's the question of how one wipes, to continue with that note. I won't go into it. I'm just saying. It's another thing people don't think about whether everybody does the same, where one's upbringing is determinative. I rebelled against my upbringing, by the way. I suppose at various times I may have sold my inheritance for a mess of pottage, but that's not what I mean. But, dear God, have I sold my inheritance for a mess of pottage. What I meant to say, though, is that I've changed my ways. We all can. In the interest of efficiency. We must change or die.
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