imagine it: light from a desert sunset spilling from the sunroof, pooling at the legs of the dinner table - or its first century equivalent - and Mary nags her daughters to quicker clean away the remnants of supper. "Jesus would have done it without being asked!" would she have needled? and Joseph; would he have overpraised Jesus' clever sanding technique on a cabinet meant for the richest merchant in town? "why can't you come up with creative solutions like that." or even "behold! Jesus saved the party, for now we needn't figure out who is sober enough to purchase and successfully return with more wine," must have been used at least once.
being Jesus' sibling would have been a nightmare.
not that parents don't try their best, mostly, but sometimes they cripple the children they aim to support.
i wonder if that's why the Jewish traditionally come of age at thirteen, and not when the last stirrings of pubescence finally subside, or the person in question is taught to drive; is considered old enough to marry and/or consent to sex, or old enough to vote. old enough to murder or die in the name of national symbolism. it's before all these milestones that a child begins to grow up, because it is around thirteen that parents are revealed as fraudulent gods. they are not perfect. they do not have every answer. they do not have A Plan, or if they do, the scenario is not necessarily the one which will best represent you and your talents/interests.
but what if they were gods?
there is a passage, in the unexplored wilds of the internet, that spins a fanciful reinterpretation of a semi-commonly known Biblical story. in the beginning, there was God, but there were also Angels, his beloved servants. one above a crowd blazed Lucifer, the Morningstar, and God cherished him, adored them all, and they worshipped Him. Harmony was.
then God did something unexpected. He took in His celestial hands stardust and spacerock, and fashioned a magnificent chamber, which He painted with colors and scents and leafy textures. in this spherical bedroom, He laid oh-so gingerly Man.
Space stretched out, and with it frolicked Time, and frumpled Man, so sensitive to such movements. Man giggled, and Man grew, and Man grasped a hold of Knowledge and clenched tight, while God's eyes twinkled. He visited often the colorful chamber, and Lucifer learned about distance. as Man grew outwards, so Lucifer grew downwards, sinking into sorrow, boiling into rage. perhaps envy had inspired his serpent's slouching toward Eve; perhaps pride, but it was bitterness that saw him flung from Heaven's turrets.
"Lucifer, Lightbringer, most glorious of Angels, you are the greatest of my servants, the most faithful of my creations. You have never veered from my commands. Ever you have obeyed my will. Now you come before me and speak the truth about Adam and his family, for they have defied me. They flout my will, they ignore my commands. In their hands my Plan for creation comes to naught.
"And yet I say to you Lucifer, Lightbringer, that were you ten thousand times as glorious, and they ten thousand times as vile, yet would they still stand in my esteem as far above you as the stars stand from the earth. For you are a servant, whose duty it is to obey my commands and carry forth my plans, and that is all you shall ever be. And Adam and his descendants are my children, who shall inherit my kingdom, and nothing will displace them from that right. For that is the nature of the servant and the child, of the master and the father. And now it is given unto you that you shall remain and accept your lot, and the rights of my children, or you shall depart from me into the darkness never to return.
"And I say further unto you Lucifer, Lightbringer, most faithful and glorious of Angels, that because you speak out of ignorance this once do I forgive you. But should you dare ever again to slander my children before me I will put you forth from my presence with my own hand, and neither your deeds nor your obedience shall stay my judgment. For it is not meet that a father should suffer his child to be slandered by a servant, even one such as you."
God had but sacked him. God had but castrated him. with derision and alacrity God had whipslashed awareness into Lucifer; there were to be no aspirations of grandeur for the Angels. Lucifer and his lot were servants first and always. simple, replaceable staff managing God's estate, and Man was the sticky child fingerpainting over the walls. is it any wonder that Lucifer revolted?
even if the myth is mere story, quite a thrilling tale it makes, and perhaps a heartwrenching one.
the quoted section is the 'sorrows of lucifer' work of gloriousness that a lovely creature calling himself Dzeytoun penned.
