Forgeries And Lies
A few days ago I dismissed the Christian scriptures- rather cavalierly- as a collection of lies and forgeries. Since then I've been doing what I can to substantiate or disprove the allegation- and it has been borne in upon me that nothing that has come down to us from the ancient world is any better. Lies and forgeries are all we have. Try pinning down any personality, any supposed event and you find you're gazing into a mass of swirling coffee grounds. Take just one example. There was once a famous library in Alexandria. Sometime between the time of the Ptolomeys and the modern era it disappeared. So what happened? Four possibilities are recorded: that it was destroyed by Julius Caesar in 48 BC, by Aurelian in the 3rd century, by the Patriach Theophilus in AD 391 and by the Arabs in AD 624 or sometime thereafter. So were there four successive libraries and four successive destructions? In the end you begin to wonder whether there was ever a library at all.
Thanks to the destruction of that same library- supposing it ever existed- very few books have come down to us from Antiquity. Those we possess are corrupt, pseudonymous and of uncertain date. Ancient writers were unconstrained by scholarly ethics. Ancient historians did their research by scouring the market place for rumour. Also, they made things up. Just about the only ancient writings you can trust are the poems.
So when did humankind start keeping tolerably accurate records of its doings? Difficult. I think the invention of printing had a lot to do with it. Suddenly books were widely available and the keeping and questioning of the written record became a matter not just for one or two scholars, but for anyone who could read. Thank God for Gutenburg. Even so, I don't believe anything like a modern literary and scholastic culture emerged until the 18th century- with the French encyclopaedists and the hangers-out in the London coffee houses.
Thanks to the destruction of that same library- supposing it ever existed- very few books have come down to us from Antiquity. Those we possess are corrupt, pseudonymous and of uncertain date. Ancient writers were unconstrained by scholarly ethics. Ancient historians did their research by scouring the market place for rumour. Also, they made things up. Just about the only ancient writings you can trust are the poems.
So when did humankind start keeping tolerably accurate records of its doings? Difficult. I think the invention of printing had a lot to do with it. Suddenly books were widely available and the keeping and questioning of the written record became a matter not just for one or two scholars, but for anyone who could read. Thank God for Gutenburg. Even so, I don't believe anything like a modern literary and scholastic culture emerged until the 18th century- with the French encyclopaedists and the hangers-out in the London coffee houses.
What a young civilisation we are.

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http://oyc.yale.edu/
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_time_hypothesis
can actually be considered.
I recognize that we are meticulous record keepers when it comes to money and crime but pretty sloppy in everything else and wars seem to wipe the records clean every century or so. But given our ability to confabulate rumors into fact I wouldn't be surprised that some of the famous lost things (e.g. the Ark of the Covenant) wasn't a rumor or fable confabulated into truth. Another example which comes to my only-awaking brain (it's Sunday morning here) is the Shroud of Turin. I've done some reading on it and the most likely provenance is that it was a Eastern Orthodox icon (a representation made by an artist) which was sold to a Western European noble because he mistook the representation as the real thing.
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The last thing I read about the Turin shroud said Giotto painted it.
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Pretty much. It's just that in a postmodern age the dominant paradigm gets the largest serving of critique and condemnation.
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Keep in mind, by the late 200s, Rome is rapidly collapsing with a sort of emperor-of-the-week problem.
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Also, a thirteen-year-old recently gave me a long written account of a real event. When I questioned a detail, he assured me that it was what he thought might have happened, and that his teacher was very pleased with him for thinking of it. When i suggested that it would be as well to make clear that the detail was his own, he looked completely baffled and reiterated that his teacher was very pleased with him for thinking of it
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And now postmodernity is waiting in the wings to supersede it. Reality isn't what it used to be.
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