This statement, which can be found in the Bible, is from Jesus, or is at least attributed to him. It turns out to be the necessary confusion that a so wise and perhaps empathic man, for the moment I am not dealing with the possible divine nature, can become so angry and on his next visit humanity will treat his razor sharp sword instead of his loving heart. Really, is that so strange after everything that's been done to him? I am very curious if he will ever come back. When I try to imagine myself in his place, which I sometimes have a hand with, I would say to the world: "Find out for myself." That's probably what happened 25 years ago. By "world," I mean, of course, the majority of humanity, that plague that seems to be out to completely destroy the nature of our beautiful, all-giving mother earth, as if it's so much fun to have to live on a small moon or on Mars.
I remember going to a church here in the city around the turn of the century once or four times, not even with his return in mind, but more because someone suggested it to me, after two times in a year King James Bible read from front to back, in my eyes the most beautiful Bible translation ever, alternated with The Divine Comedy written by the Italian Alighieri Dante. Both works have been dusting in my bookcase for a long time as a result of a premature study of English and General Literature Science, where it was voluntary but recommended. Small but necessary explanation. What matters is that after some research, just in the internet empty era, I had dropped my eye on the Dutch Reformed Church, which is originally Scottish. After the sermon there was always a coffee moment in a kind of attic in the back of a building near the somewhat hidden church. There, in that attic I then tried to get in touch with my fellow creatures that I expected to be some kind of soul mates. Unfortunately that was less true and I was once again seen as a difficult and unadapted, unconditioned, ugly appearance, despite my blue jacket and white shirt. What disappointed me a bit, but much less than the young people sitting there at the shaky wooden tables doing business with each other. Not religious matters, but financial acts and power games. It is not strange that in this context I had to think of the money changers in the temple whose tables were knocked over by a now angry Jesus, so the story goes. Unfortunately this was the beginning of the end of his earthly history. We all know how this ended.
For the last year, I also feel like the man who is trying to teach his fellow citymen with the sword some decency in the hope of saving their souls and planet earth from an premature and tragic end. Unfortunately everyone sees my last attempt differently and my behavior is not understood and rejected. Hopefully I'll achieve something by writing this blog before I give the pipe to Maarten.
