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Journal by nostyle

There is a school of thought that posits that Adam - of Genesis fame - was not actually the first man, but rather the first prophet in the line of prophets that spawned the Abrahamic faiths. The crux of this is that there was nothing good nor evil prior to the teachings of the creator having reached us - hence like the ravening wolf or the ferocious lion, there was nothing intrinsically wrong in anything we did since it was only natural. Once the concept was introduced that there was a purpose-driven, life-loving God, however, good and evil could be finally identified as those behaviors which departed from that purpose and interfered with that life. Hence the tale of Cain and Abel and most everything else in the Torah.

Now I am not here to argue this idea today. I am more interested in the location. Adam is said to have appeared in the garden of Eden, and of all the locales that have been proposed as the "real" Eden, I have been most convinced by the suggestion of David Rohl that it might have been Tabriz. I think it was the documentary, In Search of Eden - which can be found on You Tube that mostly convinced me. I may well be mistaken, however, so do your own research.

What intrigues me about this location is that some six thousand years later, around 1844, another man appeared in Iran claiming to be next in the Adamic line of prophets. Ignoring every gory detail about this, I will merely note that the Islamic clergy of Iran had this man executed on July 9, 1850 in what was then downtown Tabriz.

In a sense, then, what began with Adam in Eden came full circle and was brought to a close in the same location. Curious.

So, if Iran was in fact the host to the original garden of Eden, then it would follow that some of the oldest cultural elements of civilization may have sprung from that region, and one might expect that some of the most mature concepts regarding life the universe and everything have been and continue to be evolving there.

Sadly, Iran is mostly being demonized these days - not without good reason, mind you - to the citizens of the USA, so it is a knee-jerk reaction of many in the West to eschew everything associated with Iran. In fact, most of the evils that issue out of that country seem to be caused by a minority of fanatics who have a stranglehold on governance and their oppressions are evident and well documented. To some extent, the people of that country are rising up against that oppression, so there may well be an end one day to that circumstance.

All of this is a long way around to recommending that every "educated" American should be familiar with the story of Layla and Majnun - perhaps the original "Romeo and Juliette". It is a tale familiar to most every Iranian, one that inspired Eric Clapton in composing perhaps his most famous tune. Maybe one day, Hollywood will grace us with a worthy film depiction of it.

Likewise, those who would account themselves as culturally informed might wish to peruse some of the poetry of Rumi:


Beyond

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas,
language,
even the phrase "each other"
doesn't make any sense.

and Hafez:


Will Beat You Up

Jealousy
And most all of your sufferings
Are from believing
You know better than God.
Of course,
Such a special brand of arrogance as that
Always proves disastrous,
And will rip the seams
In your caravan tent,
Then cordially invite in many species
Of mean biting flies and
Strange thoughts-
That will
Beat you
Up.

So just some ideas on how to fill your new year, or whatever.

Oh yeah, and if any of your neighbors are Iranian refugees, consider going out of your way to talk with them. For the record, I am not Iranian, but one of my neighbors is.

--
"So make the best of the situation before I finally go insane", -Derek and the Dominos, Layla

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  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday March 29, @07:29PM (2 children)

    by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday March 29, @07:29PM (#1298697)

    Please for the love of God, of humanity, of sanity, someone delete this thread now!

  • (Score: 2) by nostyle on Thursday March 30, @01:42AM

    by nostyle (11497) on Thursday March 30, @01:42AM (#1298765) Journal

    Been under the weather, so not much to contribute lately. Turns out March 13 was a major heart attack, although that danger has mostly passed, secondary maladies have had me in constant discomfort ever since, where I cannot even lie down to sleep - aches and pains bedeviling me. About every ten minutes I sit up on the side of the bed, announce, "Redo from start," and attempt a different reclining posture to see if enough comfort can be had to drift off. Not much success. After about a dozen tries, I retreat to the living room and sit up straight in the recliner and somehow pass out for a few hours at a time, typically rising pre-dawn to muddle through another day.

    Someone else will need to burn this thread, as the only options available to me just now for everything are Abort, Retry and Fail, Maybe the hangers-on will keep shit-posting enough for the site to implode entirely and solve your difficulty for you. Personally, I love this thread and these recent journals as a pretty good expression of what is truly in my heart. My only regret is that it has not spawned more in-depth interchanges. As ever, nobody I know is quite interested in the things that I think are important. I'm inured to this. Then again, maybe this is a problem that many of us here have in common.

    Not sure what to do when one has passed a tipping point... But I do find myself saying, "Lord, have mercy!" quite a lot.
    --

    Stiff all in the collar
    Fluffy in the face
    Chitchat chatter tryin'
    Stuffy in the place
    I wanna thank you for the party
    I could never stay (I could never stay)
    Many thangs is on my mind (Many thangs on my mind)
    Words in the way
    Hey, hey, hey

    Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin, ooh, yeah

    -Sly Stone (homeless somewhere in LA at eighty last I heard - damn the drugs)

  • (Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday March 30, @04:44AM

    by Anonymous Coward on Thursday March 30, @04:44AM (#1298791)

    "Pouring hearts" into things is such a clumsy metaphor. Even if it's only the >64% part. This is beyond any use. Any regulars who may have been susceptible to this, have developed immunity.

    The "good brother" is now so quickly declining, and at the same age my father's slide was my project to slow. The huge difference was that my father was amenable to help. There goes another hope. Brothers are funny creatures.

    At my mother's age, just about everything is something. Well-crafted mantras (there must be a better word) keep her focused and satisfied. Some we do for ourselves... finish your lunch, there are people starving in California. And, eat it all, so you'll grow up big and strong. Went to a specialist one time whose specialty he didn't understand and had no suggestions about, but the patients not in his waiting room certainly did. We're all unwitting specialists. In one way these events do make us stronger, but after too much, that brilliant insight becomes insufferable.

    The "good brother" is still in LA; you'd think maybe he'd listen to some of those street prophets he passes by every day.

    My only brilliant insight is the realization that the "IBM Plex" family of fonts can open one's eyes. Merriweather is pretty good, too.

    Enjoy every sandwich.