
Hoka hey, John boy! How're you doing?
Here's a little story for you to chuckle over in your sleep tonight.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Once upon a time, man lived in harmony with his ancestors, always honouring their memory and even including them, as if they were still alive, in the tribes' everyday lives and festival and feast days. And when he had a problem, he could always turn to them for their advice and guidance.
Then religion came along, and put a Sisyphian rock on man's back by telling him that he is responsible for the sins of his fathers - the Original Sin. So now his ancestors are a burden to him, instead of a help - and he has to worship a god he will never be good enough for, and to abide by a law that it is impossible for him to obey.
How the days dragged ....
But nothing last forever.... and so, finally, the great day dawns, and the darkness and superstition of religion has to release its hold on man, falling by the wayside in the triumph and glory of the great Enlightenment.
At last, the victory of science over religion frees man from the burden of his ancestors. Hooray! He is finally able to stand alone, tall and free to be who he really is- and so what is his first act in the Brave New World?
He goes in search of the common ancestor.
