Many years ago man named William Miller read the Book of
Revelations, made some calculations, and prophesized that the world was
going to end. People gathered to him, believed his prophecy, and
followed his end time words, but he was wrong like all apocalyptic
soothsayers fore and hence. Not to be discouraged, Miller merely
proclaimed that he had made a mistake in his calculations, reexamined
his figures, and reconfigured his prophecy for a later time. Even more
people stood behind him, even more followers believed his words as
though being mistaken the first time lent more weight to them. Yet of
course things did not go as he foretold as the world still stands, but
ironically so did his followers. Even though Miller was utterly wrong
on two separate occasions, he had amassed a congregation of people
willing to live off his every word. Eventually, they became known as
the 7th Day Adventists, a religion/denomination based on a false
prophecy.
You probably think my fascination with this stems from
the "7" and the "Advent" in the title, but you would not be entirely
correct. Yes, it is true those things opened the door to my
interest, but what was found there took the door off its hinges. How
could people be so stupid as to build a belief system off of a false
prophecy? Their founder...the father of their belief was wrong on not
one, but two separate occasions, and yet they chose belief over cynicism...hope over despair.
I am finding that it is not the result of the situation but rather the
interpretation of the situation itself that is most valuable. The
journey over destination philosophy per se. I have been reading both
negative and positive reviews of things that I honestly think are
brilliant, and have come to the conclusion that no two people can ever
experience the same thing. What one thinks is prestigious another will
see as presumptuous.
"It's too smart for it's own good." (Cabin in the Woods)
"It's so overrated." (Final Fantasy VII)
"He does nothing new with the fantasy genre." (A Song of Ice and Fire)
"It does nothing but lead up to the main character transfixing women on and with his magic sword." (Sword of Truth)
I
believe the reader claims a bit of authorship within interpretation.
The author himself not only dies once his work is presented to the eyes
of the public discourse, but he also relinquishes a portion of claim to
this phenomenon. But to balance the reader turned author must also
suffer a little death for in speaking of signs and sigils, themes and
theory, he becomes a subject to the same criticism the author must
endure for in meta-critique he must defend his point of view.
What
one finds fascinating another finds nauseating. What I see as
revelation another sees as farce. Flame wars have burned websites done
for far less subjectivity. But what I take from this brings me to
realize and accept the subjectivity of critique. Where one says my
words rewrite language into a genius lexicon of my own making, while
another states I need to retake Grammar 101. A story is just an object
presented for interpretation and the author is just a prophet, false or
true in metaphor of the meaning so found.
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