The Fort

Work continued this evening on the fort. We needed some more bamboo canes, so we headed over to our neighbor’s stand of canes and selected four after school was over. By the time we got them back on our property, it was nearly dinner (school for me went really late today), and it was raining, making it impossible to continue working.

After dinner, though…

The process has been one of evolution. We start with a design idea, discover it works, continue for a while, then have another idea. We try to incorporate it into the old idea; it sometimes works; it often doesn’t. We see if a third idea will bond the two original ideas a little more firmly. And so on.

E is discovering that the men who do all the primitive building on YouTube are in fact deserving of quotes: “primitive” building, for there’s nothing primitive about it except the tools they’re using. I could have tried to explain that to the Boy, but I don’t think it would have convinced him. Working on it himself, though, has certainly done that.

Sympathy

I went for a run this evening. It’s been a while. I get in these phases that I feel certain that a fitter, healthier G is just within reach: I simply have to get a regular exercise routine going and monitor what I snack on (or eliminate it altogether). It’s easy — nothing at all to it. And then I put the Boy to bed and find that I almost fell asleep with him and reason, “I’m already almost asleep. It would be a shame to waste it.” Or I just decided a glass of wine and some chess online is a better way to spend my time. Or occasionally (this is a cycle I’ve been going through for about 18 months now), I get this routine going and then some injury or previous pain flares up and I have to stop running for a week or more, and my motivation is back to where it usually is, which is to say near zero.

So I went out for a first run in probably two weeks, cueing up my running soundtrack on Spotify. The first song shuffled out: Beck’s “Devil’s Haircut.” I wasn’t in the mood for it, so I swiped on to the next song: the Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil.” (One run, Spotify played “Sympathy for the Devil” followed by Van Halen’s “Running with the Devil,” and concluding with “Devil’s Haircut.” A more superstitious person would read something into that.) The second verse began, and it got me thinking:

And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

It reminded me of the scene in Mel Gibson’s take on the passion story. During Jesus’s scourging, a very androgynous Satan crying a child who looks surprisingly old walks through the crowd, looking as if he’s somehow winning a victory by having Jesus crucified.

In both these examples, and in general Christian thought, Satan is presented as having had a part in influencing humans to kill Jesus. But why in the world would he do that if Christian claims that Jesus was foretold for millennia? Christian theology teaches that through the crucifixion, Jesus somehow defeated Satan and ultimately saved our souls, and that this plan was in place from the Fall in Eden.

That is kind of confusing as well: if God is omnipotent, he knew that was coming, and so it was part of the plan to begin with. But if it was part of the plan to begin with, it seems like a bad plan, as if the failure implicit in the Fall is integral to the whole scheme. Which means we were made to fail. Odd plan, that.

At any rate, I was wondering why Satan is always shown to be crafty and yet an idiot at the same time. Evangelical views make Satan even more of an idiot: he’s going to try to overthrow God in Armageddon, yet he’s doomed to fail. All Evangelicals know this. It’s preached every Sunday. And yet somehow Satan, a being who is supposedly so much more powerful than humans in every way imaginable, doesn’t know about this.

More questions about the devil: why would he torture people in hell? Wouldn’t he want to reward them for choosing him over God? Wouldn’t he make it a paradise to rival Christian views of heaven just to thumb his nose at God? He’s literally an instrument of God’s punishment in the Christian view, yet he has free will and hates God. Why in the world would he be God’s pawn like that? That’s the whole reason he got tossed out of heaven in the Christian story.

And that’s another thing: how did this war in heaven happen? How do spirits battle? Wars have to do with one thing: inflicting more death and carnage on your enemy than he can on you. How in the world would immortal spirits fight then? It just doesn’t make any sense. Maybe that’s why we should have sympathy for the devil: in the grand scheme of things, he’s just a schmuck doing God’s dirty work in punishing souls who reject God. What a crappy job.

So I was jogging along, all these thoughts bouncing about in my head, and it struck me that perhaps that’s as good an argument as any against going for a run: I roll about in silly, useless speculation…