Dec 23, 2006

Want Soup With That Sandwich?

Diane Duyser holding her miracle grilled cheese sandwich. She credits the sandwich, which she says has the image of the Virgin Mary on it, with bringing her good luck at a casino. What else would the Virgin Mary want for the faithful but good luck gambling? Although I have never seen a photo of her, I rather think it looks like Emily Bronte, judging from illustrations of the day.

You'll have to judge for yourself.

Additionally, Mrs. Duyer, says the sandwich has remained intact for ten years with no preservation measures. The most miraculous part of the story is that some lunkheads gave her $28,000 for it.

Maybe its just me, but I think if you are hustling religious icons, the black lipstick, blond fright wig is not the best look.
Or perhaps it is.

I wonder why it is our nature to believe in supernatural stuff? Some people are very invested in the idea of UFOs, ghosts and all sorts of paranormal stuff. Some folks are convinced that exotic sounding Chinese herbs can cure what modern medicine can't. Many people have religious superstitions. Lots of us prefer to believe the fantastic over the simple.

I was reading this morning about a Virgin Mary sighting in Las Vegas. This happens all the time, as you no doubt know. It seems a fellow noticed a stain on a retaining wall at his house that looked to him like an image of Mary, or at least what he thought Mary looks like based upon historical works of art. Isn't it amazing that the apparitions always look like those depicted by Renaissance artists?

As is the custom in these cases, the faithful swear its her, the skeptics are skeptical and some people are on the fence. In this case, the homeowner and rational investigators have pronounced it salt leaching from the blocks used to construct the wall. True believers are quick to point out that the Queen of Heaven could appear in any fashion, even salt residue and are unmoved by the finding. Oh, well.

The commonality of the Virgin Mary sightings is that they invariably fall into one of two categories. They are either the uncorroborated eye witness testimony of a single person, such as in the purported appearances at Lourdes and Guadalupe, or they are images that could be seen as the Virgin Mary if you believe they are and stand at the right angle, in the right light. Neither is proof of anything.

I always ask myself why wouldn't a supernatural being, if such a thing existed, leave some proof, if it were trying to make itself known? Appear to a bunch of folks or appear where you can be taped, if you want to be taken seriously. Of course the answer is that these things are the product of what we wish to be true.

For example, the parents of funny looking kids don't see them as funny looking. They see them as beautiful. I look in the mirror and see a guy who looks pretty good for his age, others might have a more realistic view. We look for confirming evidence of what we want to be true or already believe.

There was a case in Texas recently where water began to shoot from a tree like a water fountain. Many people thought it was a miracle and lined up to pray, gives thanks or merely gawk. Some filled bottles with this "holy water". Close investigation found a broken line water beneath the tree. Water had found a channel in the trunk of the tree, acting as a natural water pipe. It also turned out that the water coming from the tree had a high level of contaminants, so bottling the water was a bad idea.

In the history of mankind there has been no scientifically verified supernatural event, so I would hold off on jumping to belief in these things. But that's just me.

In other news, the lovely Mrs. Sneed, Sneddlet and I had to go to the mall this afternoon. It was mayhem. Sneedlet is a little sick with a cold, so while Mrs. Sneed was in a store, we sat on the floor leaning against the wall. In that position I get a butt-level view of the world passing by. That's not the angle you want to have, believe you me.

Merle.







Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky


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