if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
THINGS I LIKE
- when people use my name in conversation
- when people say “this reminded me of you!”
- when people remember little things i say/do
- when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them
- when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look
“It may not, perhaps, be useless to my younger readers to observe on this part of my subject, that the very circumstances which contribute to this species of obscurity in the epistles [of Paul], form at the same time the strongest internal proofs of the genuineness of these compositions, and of the truth of all the transactions on which the proof of Christianity depends.
Such a variety of references to particular times, and places, and persons; and above all, appeals to individuals as to facts which they knew, and conversations they had heard, answers evidently given to letters that had been received, and inquiries that had been made; appeals and answers, such as would be clear and intelligible, if we suppose the facts alluded to real, and these letters to have been before the writer of the epistles, and these inquiries to have been made, but which could have no conceivable object or meaning otherwise - such particulars never find place in the artful texture of forged and fictitious compositions.
These always avoid unnecessary references to circumstances, which would only make their detection easy and certain; they deliver their doctrines unconnected with facts; they guard as much as possible against objection; they every where betray marks of reserve and caution, of artifice and design.
Far different are the epistles of St. Paul: every line of them speaks the language of a man intent on present, real, urgent business, addressing others equally engaged in the same transactions, and anxious to influence, and to direct them in some particular mode of conduct. In a word, we see in the epistles of this great apostle nothing of the fictions of imposture, nothing of the visions of fanaticism; every thing bespeaks reality and truth.”
(*) End notes:
Essay on the Character of the Apostles and Evangelists, in Richard Hastings Graves, ed., The Whole Works of Richard Graves, vol. 1
(Dublin: William Curry Jun. and Co., 1840), pp. 116-17.
YES; Paul was everything short of a fabricator and every inch of a completely transformed human being…
Love, love Paul’s story, because it speaks to the realization of something humanly impossible and a life so radically altered… you don’t just go from being an intellectual who coldly rounds up and murders Christians under the impression that they are a heretical nuisance to becoming the most shameless and passionate proponent of the very Christ you tried to exterminate, despite
being subject to scorn, countless jailings, three shipwrecks, facing several attempted murders and persecution, and eventually losing his very life through beheading in rome,
via a blind faith you somehow acquired despite having been well-educated and set in a worldview intolerant, even murderously so, of the faith you now give everything for…
You would need to be compelled by something of vastly more importance than yourself, to have been convinced that the subject of your cause was the most important thing, of infinite importance, for humanity…
That something was Paul’s encounter with a divine Christ, and it completely turned his world upside down (or perhaps more accurately, right-side up)