memo from Abraham
Feb. 25th, 2003 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcDear progeny:
Just like your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-yougettheidea-great-grandfathers, you seem unable to settle things between you without, well, a bloody miracle.
Or the massive hand of fate intervening. Whichever.
Not that it’s always so bad. Seems like when most of you feel you have enough food to eat and some time to relax, your differences aren’t as insurmountable. Then some goofus sez a few things, and suddenly some of you don’t have enough. And the rest--instead of sharing what you have, you horde it. And build the walls higher.
No wonder your cousins try to climb the wall. Or tear it down. Or blow it up. Or blow you up.
Not that that’s OK either-keep your hands/feet/explosives/bullets/weapons of mass destruction to yourselves. Don’t make me come down there...
Don’t forget that, like it or not, you’re all really cousins. Some share the same great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-etc grandfather (Isaac), and the rest of you his brother (Ishmael). Looking back, I can see how stoopidly and unfairly I treated my first-born; I could blame my wife, or G_D, but really it’s my bad. I slept with my slave, and was willing to commit infanticide, so it’s not like I followed the Law particularly strictly myself. I was wrong, I fucked up. And Ishmael, Isaac and I are all squared, so it’s ridiculous for you to fight battles over what happened 68 or so generations ago. We’re over it, so you get over it to.
Get over it, we have. Instead of killing each other, and pissing and moaning about what is righteous, focus on cultivating your gardens. Yours, meaning your neighbours AND yours.
Look, kids move out and move on, and make their own lives. That’s fine, read this, believe that, even feel confident about having The Answers. Whatever. But don’t forget who you--we--all are.
Brethren.
I mean, oy, if we can’t sort out our problems with family, what about the other 3 billion of you down there?
Just like your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-yougettheidea-great-grandfathers, you seem unable to settle things between you without, well, a bloody miracle.
Or the massive hand of fate intervening. Whichever.
Not that it’s always so bad. Seems like when most of you feel you have enough food to eat and some time to relax, your differences aren’t as insurmountable. Then some goofus sez a few things, and suddenly some of you don’t have enough. And the rest--instead of sharing what you have, you horde it. And build the walls higher.
No wonder your cousins try to climb the wall. Or tear it down. Or blow it up. Or blow you up.
Not that that’s OK either-keep your hands/feet/explosives/bullets/weapons of mass destruction to yourselves. Don’t make me come down there...
Don’t forget that, like it or not, you’re all really cousins. Some share the same great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-etc grandfather (Isaac), and the rest of you his brother (Ishmael). Looking back, I can see how stoopidly and unfairly I treated my first-born; I could blame my wife, or G_D, but really it’s my bad. I slept with my slave, and was willing to commit infanticide, so it’s not like I followed the Law particularly strictly myself. I was wrong, I fucked up. And Ishmael, Isaac and I are all squared, so it’s ridiculous for you to fight battles over what happened 68 or so generations ago. We’re over it, so you get over it to.
Get over it, we have. Instead of killing each other, and pissing and moaning about what is righteous, focus on cultivating your gardens. Yours, meaning your neighbours AND yours.
Look, kids move out and move on, and make their own lives. That’s fine, read this, believe that, even feel confident about having The Answers. Whatever. But don’t forget who you--we--all are.
Brethren.
I mean, oy, if we can’t sort out our problems with family, what about the other 3 billion of you down there?
