(September 16, 2013 at 9:47 pm)Stimbo Wrote:(September 16, 2013 at 9:02 pm)BadWriterSparty Wrote: The one mentioned above is the false account. It's even contextually wrong, if I'm not mistaken. The second one mentions the brother of Jesus, so this could be about any old Joe from that time.
That second account, the Jamesian Reference, a partial interpolation itself, only ever gets trotted out because it rides on the coat-tails of the Testimonium Flavianum, which is an admitted and patently obvious forgery (partial or otherwise). So both references can be safely ruled out. Particularly since the Jesus that James is the brother of is the High Priest Jesus bar Damneus.
(Ref: here and here.)
(September 16, 2013 at 9:32 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: I would say that there was A Jesus of nazereth actually. Just i think that he was a crazy rabi
Apart from the hisorical fact that there was no Nazareth until a couple of centuries later. A bit like saying Abraham Lincoln of Disneyland and with surprisingly close parallels. Except that Lincoln really existed, obviously.
Well what's surprising about a hamlet in a very backwards part of the world escaping mention. If the Jesus character is made up and they wanted people to believe, then why wouldn't they say Jesus of Bethlehem, instead of making a place that didn't exist and thus make the lie harder to believe
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.
