RE: Was Jesus and Iron Age Cult Leader?
July 14, 2017 at 3:33 pm
(This post was last modified: July 14, 2017 at 3:50 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
OFC, but literary tradition likes to find a way to frame common wisdom in uncommon stories. Speaking of framing a story....bust out your g-map, take a look at asia. We can trace this line not only through time, but in the route it took from a to b to c and, eventually, to be placed in the mouth of one purportedly divine babe.
That particular line is too specific and too common between each example to have been arrived at in a vacuum individually and in each case. For the purposes of simplicity (not putting forward every interim example) we can watch the line begin, as it were, in the eastern zhou period, traversing the river valleys and coastal waterways over the next century during the period of the warring states until it winds up being recited in the sichuan basin. From there, it's picked up over the bordering mountain range at the headwaters of the Bhramaputra and thence it comes to us as a part of hindu tradition. For the next century of it's trip it's carried like cargo until the Bhramaputra intersects the Padma, and the Padma the Ganges. Up the Ganges and into Nepal, the legendary birthplace of the buddha. Here again we see it in familiar form. Three centuries have passed and the literary tradition has been along for the bronze age ride. This same tradition would retrace it's steps along the route it had come - now as a buddhist philosophy, back into China...but it would also spread NE along the range and river basin to modern day Pakistan and Afghanistan. Two supremely important places as the majority of the tin that would go into ANE and by extension Mediterranena equipment originates there. The later silk road would actually be built in the footsteps of those earlier pioneering traders.
It's not exactly surprising to see this identifiable statement emerge again many centuries later in regions known for their interaction. It was, in a very palpable sense, carried by human hands and human feet..paddled along rivers and over mountain ranges, right alongside the tin and spices and textiles and precious stones that would take this same route. The same words are placed in the mouths of various local holy men and legendary or mythical characters all along the way. We have no idea the name (or more accurately names) of the people who bore that favorite line on their backs by the sweat of their brows...but we can say with certainty that they weren't smarmy failed carpenters, and it is they, not some demi-god..that we have to thank for such a deep and continuous (not to mention contiguous) tradition.
Now I;m sure it;s just a matter of time until some christer retard shows up to claim that everyone, everywhere, even from before the birth of godman, was cribbing his shit...and that they aren't a bunch of common plagiarists...but those guys are assholes, and they'll say any number of silly fucking things. They can go circle jerk each other elsewhere, the adults are speaking.
That particular line is too specific and too common between each example to have been arrived at in a vacuum individually and in each case. For the purposes of simplicity (not putting forward every interim example) we can watch the line begin, as it were, in the eastern zhou period, traversing the river valleys and coastal waterways over the next century during the period of the warring states until it winds up being recited in the sichuan basin. From there, it's picked up over the bordering mountain range at the headwaters of the Bhramaputra and thence it comes to us as a part of hindu tradition. For the next century of it's trip it's carried like cargo until the Bhramaputra intersects the Padma, and the Padma the Ganges. Up the Ganges and into Nepal, the legendary birthplace of the buddha. Here again we see it in familiar form. Three centuries have passed and the literary tradition has been along for the bronze age ride. This same tradition would retrace it's steps along the route it had come - now as a buddhist philosophy, back into China...but it would also spread NE along the range and river basin to modern day Pakistan and Afghanistan. Two supremely important places as the majority of the tin that would go into ANE and by extension Mediterranena equipment originates there. The later silk road would actually be built in the footsteps of those earlier pioneering traders.
It's not exactly surprising to see this identifiable statement emerge again many centuries later in regions known for their interaction. It was, in a very palpable sense, carried by human hands and human feet..paddled along rivers and over mountain ranges, right alongside the tin and spices and textiles and precious stones that would take this same route. The same words are placed in the mouths of various local holy men and legendary or mythical characters all along the way. We have no idea the name (or more accurately names) of the people who bore that favorite line on their backs by the sweat of their brows...but we can say with certainty that they weren't smarmy failed carpenters, and it is they, not some demi-god..that we have to thank for such a deep and continuous (not to mention contiguous) tradition.
Now I;m sure it;s just a matter of time until some christer retard shows up to claim that everyone, everywhere, even from before the birth of godman, was cribbing his shit...and that they aren't a bunch of common plagiarists...but those guys are assholes, and they'll say any number of silly fucking things. They can go circle jerk each other elsewhere, the adults are speaking.
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