God raises prophets from among
the people. Some prophets are
better than others. To see one,
you have to search a large population:
a nation, the planet. Or, to find a
good one, you have to search
through time. The hundred-year
prophet. The millennial prophet.
Or not. Why this bias for the past?
What if a millennial prophet were
living today? Why are such prophets
easier to accept from the past? We yearn
for time travel. We want to sit at their
feet. Cut through the fog. Hear the real
thing.
Unless there is no real thing. Prophets
have warts. We yearn for perfection.
Which does not exist. So we imagine it.
We put perfection in the myth that
springs up in the prophet’s wake.
