Conductor, we have a problem

My sins were already redeemed. I want to cash them in myself, each one.

The historical perspective is a shapeable thing. I have discovered in the The Iliad the type of a work-related conflict of which I could not find portrayals in other chronicles or fictions (no comparison intended). Also consider: even Achilles was an ancient hero by the time that he lived. Next, assume the physical fact that his body wasn’t special. Neither anything else — even his closeness to God. We live in the actual ████ world that isn’t equal to the inferior and flat ████ worlds of fiction or a prophet’s dream. But no one needs to know.

The fraud is claimed to have had a horrific death, elevated to the ultimate point or some would surely like to think. But the death is connected to the cult, then to the church, then to the Reformation persecutions of the kind which I despise (terrorist security services have since picked up the torch, but I’ll never forgive it still).

So, no. I’ll take the writings of his word and stash them in the archive — same as for anything found in Alexandria of that time or scattered later. But the savior deity archetype seems to arise independently in different regions of the world. Say, Kannon’s one of them.

And on the theme of self-sacrifice, also arising independently, the northern lands present us with their own. A natural ending of the thought train’s ride: nine nights on the wind-swept tree, followed by ████ stanzas.