Saturday, July 19, 2008

Paddy's crabs

[An old yarn .. could be from anywhere, or any time - but heard it as Irish, some 40 year ago.]

A tourist wandered out on to a jetty where Paddy was fishing for crabs, and putting them into an open bucket.

“Um,” said the tourist, “shouldn't you put a lid on that bucket?”

“Na, no need,” replied Paddy “dey're oirish crabs, have more than one. Soon as one tries t' climb out, t'others will drag 'im back in.”

This yarn, of course, can be further embroidered with multiple adjectives and concepts - in whichever way one chooses. Is the tourist sophisticated, scientific, knowledgeable.. Is Paddy a simple rustic.

Could the concept be applied to any tribe, family (working; or not), trade unions, football teams, business associations, political parties, religious groups, Empires?

For my peculiar mind .. one simple sentence

rang a tinkle from the bell of clarity ..

And so ..

If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me*.

but the sentence was written
down through the ages,
and sages -
by a bystander smitten;
a long 2000 years
and seers
ago.


*Written, not by Yeshua, but found within the recorded writings of Thomas ..


This is, according to the doctrine of the Roman – or any - clergy .. sheer heresy. Punishable by “Ex-communication!”? Expelled from the tribe. Slung from a tree, nailed to a cross. No longer a valid person! Discarded! Sent into exile, to Coventry, a railway carriage to Belsen/Auschwitz ! You are on your own! No support!


Terror!.


(and yet the basic human spirit survives, i wonder why)




3 comments:

Vest said...

Been there done that from minnow stage harrowing life experiences finally loving wife contentment but with indifferent offspring.
Life is not supposed to be easy.
problems again -serial prodigal son has returned.

Sophia said...

I think this applies to just about any kind of peer group, especially when peer pressure is applied in toxic amounts.

hip said...

Irish? -- London to a brick on it's a Judean maxim, the "convenient scapegoats" learned to laugh at their own mistakes. The confected Roman Christians excommunicated humor in preference for terror, the consummate language of empire builders.

Geez Davo, this stuff is either way deep or I'm reading to much into it. Forty days in the wilderness, huh.