Angel Negre's Gospel of Mythoklasm

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Tuesday
May 1st (May Day) 2007
ANGEL NEGRE'S GOSPEL OF MYTHOKLASM

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TODAY'S QUOTES:

"A foolish faith in authority is the worst enemy of truth."

-- Albert Einstein, 1901

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"No justice, no peace. No truth, no justice. No mythoklasm, no truth. No peace, no happiness. No mythoklasm, no happiness."

-- Angel Negre, 2007

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Dear Jaromir & Magda,

AND SO IT CAME TO PASS that I, Angel Negre, Mythdiver and Servant to the Zeitgeist, began to gather together as many as could be rescued and preserved of the twinkling insights of my anagrammatic other, Galen Green (1949-2049).

Let us now gather in these remnants of his insights, twinkling as they are, 'midst the murky muddy muddle. Twinkle, twinkle, tiny specks of mythoklasm, sparkling in the darkling! Let us now gather them like the scattered pieces of some puzzle spiraling outward.

Where, then, is the center of this spiral of scattered puzzle pieces? Shall we locate it just outside the dining hall at Saint Paul School of Theology in Kansas City, Missouri, at around high noon of an otherwise lovely April day in 1984? Why not? Watch now, as these remnants spiral outward from that midpoint, that still point of his turning life story, outward toward both the past and future simultaneously, until they bring us to that moment which is "now" and which, therefore, keeps changing in rhythm with the flux of its own inner imperative.

Or shall we locate that spiral's center in that same Midwestern city, but on a time-space coordinate involving September 11, 2001, a day which, I believe we can all agree, will live, not only in "infamy," but, like several assassinations I could mention, indelibly in the imaginations of everyone of a certain age.

How is it that the life of one human creature somehow becomes the life of their time and place in history or -- stranger still -- the life of their people? If you figure that one out, please let me know right away. The poets and storytellers seem to be able to make it happen at will, and yet as if by magic. Jesus becomes Everyman and every man becomes Jesus -- and every woman, too -- suffering, dying and sometimes rising, that others might live (to suffer, die, and sometimes rise, etc. etc.)

Well, that's one way of putting it. And gazing, thus, through such a framework, we're afforded some inkling of how the seemingly trivial, insignificant life story even of one so tedious, puny, lame and limited as my anagrammatic other might provide grist for (dare I say) universal tragicomic relief from the darkness that surrounds us.

Let us now gather in what's worth gathering in and leave the rest to the flames of oblivion. Angel Negre, who am Galen Green's anagrammatic other, stand here before you now, not so much as an Angel Negre, a "Black Angel" or Dark Angel, as merely another way of saying the same thing, only differently.

For it's not so much that this world is a lie as it is that so many of the statements that have heretofore been employed to define it have been lies and systems of lies -- which is to say "myths." As delicious as dear old Joseph Campbell gave us to misunderstand myths to be, he gave us only half of the story. For History teaches that myths cause people to do bad things to other people. The Good News is . . . the Gospel of Mythoklasm is . . . that we who have slept through the past ten millennia are now beginning slowly to awaken to the realization of this inconvenient truth.

(But in this world's darkness, IS NOT ALL TRUTH INCONVENIENT?)

Faithfully Faithlessly Yours,

Angel Negre


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