Sunday, August 13, 2006

Inspired by V for Vendetta

As someone who finds infinite joy in studying human behavior and belief systems, I of course am keenly aware of the patterns that pop up continuously in film, literature, culture. Some people make the mistake of thinking these patterns tie all religions, cultures, peoples together making us all right, most likely out of fear holding the belief that is wrong. No one wants to hold the ax and condemn all others, because to believe there is right and to believe there is wrong means some must be condemned. however, the mistake we of course make in our infinite wisdom is that we must hold the ax.

In the corner of my room my ax is propped against a white chair. Its first cob web drapes from the blade to the wall like a triumphant banner. More are to come and I welcome them. It is part of my own journey, one that every culture and religion holds and, to some, may seem to tie them into one. In literature it is apart of every single great story of a hero. It is woven deep into both western and eastern religions, as well as the pagan beliefs that came before.

This pattern is of course the rebirth motif. It sometimes seems that the Christian faith holds the sole rights to it, after all many of us call ourselves born again. But this concept is not solely Christian, for some reason the human race feels the need for rebirth. It is in our legends, myths, tales whose message often depict a miraculous rebirth.

But in a Christian society, rebirth becomes this extraordinarily common occurrence. It happens in the simple bending of the knees and utterance of prayer and raising of the eyes to a heavens. So we live believing this is our rebirth, however, I whole heartedly disagree. I believe this is the signing of the contract to be reborn. To look into the eyes of the surgeon, to look at the gleaming edge of the blade that will soon reshape you and say you are ready. There is no anesthesia, the surgeon will not shield you from the process, the pain. With his words he offers comfort, but not unconsciousness.

We never really know what's coming. We casually agree to suffer before feeling that blade. We lie on the table asking for the change, yet often with the first incision believe that truly this is not the way to change and leap from the table, doing our best to piece our flesh and organs back together ourselves with shoelaces and tape. The process hurts... but for me, I'm going to remain on this table and let an expert fix me. I can feel every incision, cold metal on warm skin, but he will not leave me bleeding, but better than before.

I hope for the courage for us all to endure so that we can in fact truly be reborn.

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