Jesus Superstar: might be time for another edition of Hair
I usually call him Jesupiter because of the unmistakable parallel with Socrates, although the latter occurred under the hegemony of an Olympian state. Crucifixion was not popular; hemlock was the menace. In those days the magnum testament farts still came from oracles. Jesupiter could not apologize to the state because the state makes him appear as God in a man’s form. But, like Socrates, Jesupiter marches voluntarily to trial and the cross, equivalent to the hemlock but more violent and public.
There was however a problem with responsibility regarding Socrates. For what God of the Olympian collection could have taken the authorship of his creation? Well, there was the chief, Jupiter, but he did not have absolute authority. So the ultimate responsibility for the assassination of Socrates had to be taken by the state. That was not a pleasant aspect of the divine comedy of the day, and it was not effective torture in the satirical makeup of propositions. It was necessary for the state to pass judgment.
Then came the conquest of the Jews and the study of their religion. They had been able to postulate messianic democracy and had been able to sell it well. The result was a civilization superior to anyone previously undertaken by any state. The Romans figured that if the Jews were able to sell the possible coming, they should be able to sell the actual one. The difference between Socrates and the new guest was that the latter was an act of God the father. And he was sold as God the son.
Master Jesus had unsurpassable abilities. He could cure the paraplegics better than Oral Roberts, and even restore sight to the psychosomatic blind. He was not only a mustard seed that could move mountains, but also an expert in the dynamics of density. He was the first case to realize that density changed with impact. It is a mistake to think that he walked on water because there were unseen rocks under the surface. He could have done so easily because he had x-ray vision far more advanced than Clark Kent. But he also had the ability to trot with supersonic speed, turning water into a firm wall without the use of some medium such as starch to make it denser before proceeding. He would have been better in travelling through swamps, and much faster than the Pygmies of the forests of Africa, as Isabel Allende depicted in her Forest of the Pygmies. No one could beat Jesus at anything, because no one went to the father except through him. No one could compete against him in any extraordinary event, not even marching voluntarily and super dignified to the cross.
