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HIPster Wars - News from the Bach Front - Communiqué 85
on 30 December 2013
Over time, mankind has coined any number of deities in an attempt to incarnate the One. A favourite of mine (and it's a recent addition to the canon) is the Flying Spaghetti Monster whose wrath knows no bounds. Other honourable mentions include the various Death-Gods of the Aztecs, athirst for blood; Jesus of the Flaming Tomato (otherwise known as the Sacred Heart) and Thoth, reckoner of times and seasons in Egypt. The list is infinite enough to merge with eternity.
As I listened to Jeggy's survey of Bach's Motets - oh joy - a question came to mind: what sort of deity is being predicated here?
Well, He is rather ethereal if not bloodless . As befits Otherness, humanity is in short supply; for instance, emotions are sinful in His divine presence. He's somewhat impatient. He's not interested in murky, mushy mysticism - well-lit brisk efficiency will do quite nicely, thank you. Time in His presence becomes interminable - which is not to be equated with eternity: such be the exactions of discipleship. Art-wise, He would be symbolised by a stopwatch. Anthropologists might assign the cult to the indigenes of Baffin Island or Novaya Zemlya.
If this deity appeals to you, Jeggy is his prophet. Your quest ends here with Holy Writ.
Rejoice in Dryness!