Ozymandias :-)

Last weekend we went biking at Wadi Tayyiba (no, I didn't know where it was either till I was directed there). Well, a wadi is a valley, as you may know, and this particular valley used to have the only tarmac (asphalt) road going through that part of the mountains. I suppose before that there was just a path, then a track, then one day they made the tarmac road, and people thought it was really modern and cool, and they whizzed through the mountains and visited their relatives more often and went shopping (this would be maybe in the 60's).

But then... A new six-lane road was built through a different part of the mountains. Which is great, of course: now people can whiz faster and from further away through the mountains, visiting people, or places where they don't know anyone, and going home again almost before they realize they've been away. Meanwhile, the glorious tarmac road up Wadi Tayyiba has gone into disrepair - well, that's putting it mildly because now there are just a few spots of tarmac dotted up the valley, as if dropped from a giant's tar brush as he moved it from somewhere to somewhere else. There would be seasonal floods in this wadi, and they've undermined the road and it's crumbled away. The bits that are left look like real bits of road, but they appear and disappear as you go along:

I love ruins in general, especially things like castle walls that some time were built to keep people out, and maybe had people swarming up them and fighting to conquer them; and now they sit peacefully with ivy on them and birds nesting in them, wondering what all the fuss was about. And this road seemed like that.





Look at the road past your house, the road you drive to work, and imagine that one day it will look like this:

Arrived

Just arrived back from the States and UK. At the airport at Greensboro, NC I picked up a copy of a book called "Misquoting Jesus", which is about the various material that later became the bible: and how they got copied and re-copied, quoted and re-quoted. Words and ideas were changed, sometimes accidentally, sometimes deliberately, and sometimes whole passages were added, transplanted from somewhere else, etc. Like a mutating organism I suppose... For example, they reckon the story about the non-stoning of Mary Magdelene ("let he without sin cast the first stone...") was inserted from somewhere else. Does it matter? The story strikes a chord with lots of people. Anyway, I found the whole thing fascinating and thought I'd name this blog after it. I haven't got the book now - I left it in the UK with M, who also got into it. And so the book virus passes to another person... :-)