I would say that there was A Jesus of nazereth actually. Just i think that he was a crazy rabi
The reason I think this is because of the obvious fakery around the birth story. Which leads me to the Question of if he was made up why the ridiculously overly complex and contradictory birth stories? No I think there was a Jesus that attracted a modest following, who was charismatic and suffered from a form sczihophrenia. Well the evidence for this is a touch thin (not non existent) but there is a plain precedent as we have observed this with even today with many modern Messiah's.
As for him being crucified that is unlikely, as the Romans practiced a huge degree of religious tolerance toward a large number of Jesus type characters that were very common at the time.
The reason I think this is because of the obvious fakery around the birth story. Which leads me to the Question of if he was made up why the ridiculously overly complex and contradictory birth stories? No I think there was a Jesus that attracted a modest following, who was charismatic and suffered from a form sczihophrenia. Well the evidence for this is a touch thin (not non existent) but there is a plain precedent as we have observed this with even today with many modern Messiah's.
As for him being crucified that is unlikely, as the Romans practiced a huge degree of religious tolerance toward a large number of Jesus type characters that were very common at the time.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
