I’ve been reading The Kingdom, by Emmanuel Carrere, a history of Early Christianity. He makes a connection between the story of the resurrection of Christ and the screenplay he worked on for the French TV series, Les Revenants, in which it is posited that the dead do come back to life and attempt to resume their normal lives, not knowing they had in fact died. He also makes a connection between the exotic nature of the early Christ story and the Western fads of exotic Eastern practices such as Yoga and Zen Buddhism. These are all intriguing notions to me (and that TV show was quite excellent).
My wife and I were also drawing parallels between the current crop of Fox-induced anti-immigrant hysteria and televangelism, the madness of crowds, the attractions of fanaticism in general and one thing that strikes me now as common to all of these things is the feeling of crescendo, of climax, of the end of days, the end of time. The normal course of events cannot continue, in the minds of these bewitched. There has to be a reckoning, a final Judgment as it were, and that sense of finality is perhaps the most attractive feature of the state of Believing, in general.
In a popular construct of revelation the archangel blasts a single note. That one note resonates throughout the world and brings it all crashing down. It’s the note the people want to hear, it’s “the wall”, it’s “the revolution”, it’s “the word”. In the beginning was the word, the one word, the only word, the least common denominator, the simplest of the simple, the answer to all prayer. It is not just the beginning, it is also the end. It is the word “the”. All you need is “love”, the reduction and distillation of the vast, chaotic, complex and overwhelming reality down to one easy to manage, basic, fundamental construct.
A single note is all you need,
If it’s the note you want to hear.
A single message, a simple take,
can take you where they want you.
can you be the true believer,
can you hear the tune.
if you are the true believer,
the end is coming soon.