I see that someone at Wikipedia makes this the day in 597 (before our common era) when the Babylonians capture Jerusalem and put Zedekiah on the throne. A bad move for the Israelis but eventually something good for world religion, I think. Zedekiah would revolt, it doesn’t go well, the city is captured & put to the torch, the king is made to witness the execution of his family, is then blinded, and after that herded up with the artisans and poets and others with skills and taken to Babylon…
There something magical happens.
A mountain tribe cobbled together from various bits of human refuse, find themselves longing for something, and in so doing weaving together stories mostly borrowed from elsewhere, and out of that discover a god that is no longer a tribal god, but something new, something terrible and something beautiful.
The god that is the web of intimacy, the god I worship, would find its first beginnings there in the Babylonian dream time, still yet a projection of humanity onto the world, but also now something more, something pregnant with deeper truths.
A hint of a divinity worthy of such naming is now on its way…
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