Ninen
Ahn'Qiraj Raider
I'm as rabidly anti fundamentalist, anti "we're only going to live by the bits of the bible we want to", etc etc;
but if you treat it and the stories in it as a combination of the end result of the natural progression of any oral storytelling (massive overgeneralizations/simplifications/amped up whatevers) and an ancient "to the best of our current knowledge, here's how not to die" manual (no different from telling your modern children the stove is hot, or to look both ways before crossing the street), it makes a lot of sense.
When you walked everywhere, were some small time nobody, a (what we would now call localized) flood would be massive. It's really not hard to see an event the size of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, over who knows how many generations of oral storytelling tradition, turning into THE GREAT FLOOD.
You didn't eat shellfish because you never could tell when there was an alge bloom, and almost everyone who caught them and treked them through days of the middle eastern heat back to their house DIED.
Stupid little shit like that.
Don't hate the book any more than you'd hate Asop's fables or the Brothers Grimm. Hate the stupid motherfuckers who abuse it's name for their own selfish reasons.
but if you treat it and the stories in it as a combination of the end result of the natural progression of any oral storytelling (massive overgeneralizations/simplifications/amped up whatevers) and an ancient "to the best of our current knowledge, here's how not to die" manual (no different from telling your modern children the stove is hot, or to look both ways before crossing the street), it makes a lot of sense.
When you walked everywhere, were some small time nobody, a (what we would now call localized) flood would be massive. It's really not hard to see an event the size of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, over who knows how many generations of oral storytelling tradition, turning into THE GREAT FLOOD.
You didn't eat shellfish because you never could tell when there was an alge bloom, and almost everyone who caught them and treked them through days of the middle eastern heat back to their house DIED.
Stupid little shit like that.
Don't hate the book any more than you'd hate Asop's fables or the Brothers Grimm. Hate the stupid motherfuckers who abuse it's name for their own selfish reasons.