Saturday, November 21, 2009
So, three prophets walk into a bar....
Ever heard that joke? Probably not. But it could be funny, right? It sounds like a GREAT opening for a joke.
Last night I was teaching a class on Organized Religion (Sociology) and I was explaining the idea that perhaps Jesus, Mohammad and Buddha were the same person. Now, now.... before anyone get's offended let's look at two things.
I am simply TEACHING things we learn in the study of the sociology of religion, AND it could be true.
Three prophets, all teaching similar (ohmygodsosimilar) lessons on love, and patience, kindness and forgiveness. All with "paths" to follow. All born within five hundred years of one another and all living in proximity as well.
The truth of it isn't important to me. It is the question of it. The idea of it. The option of it. The amazingness of it. It tickles me to philosophize over it.
So, as you can imagine... there was lively discussion. It was a great class. We all left informed, and as a teacher that's my very favorite thing. Learning.
Anywho, as I walked to my car I kept thinking... "Three Prophets, three prophets, three prophets..."
And then I thought up the line to that joke.... "So, Three Prophets walk into a bar..." and it made me silly.
But I couldn't finish it. Want to know why? I'm not funny. OH GOD! I'm not funny!
I can't write funny either. I'm that artsy sort of writer. Artsy fartsty. I'm someone I make fun of. You know, those people who take themselves toooooooo seriously.
How the words layer and string and dance across the page in a rhythm that I hear like the tide in my head and must come out before they scratch out backwards from under my skin and tattoo me with scars.
Yeah. Okay. So I wish I was funny, like Lisa and Laura or Sarah, or Pearl, or Barbara Poelle (an agent who is kick ass funny and who only blogs on "hey there's a dead guy!" on Tuesdays. I wait and I wait for it)...., or so many other bloggers that make me LAUGH OUT LOUD as I read them.
But I'm not. Crap.
Anyway.... anyone of you talented people want to make up the rest of the joke? Just for kicks? Go ahead. And by the way, even though I said this joke didn't exist, I bet if you googled it SOMETHING would come up. But that's cheating!