You know, in my never-ending quest to find the one true religion, I encountered a deity I think is worthy of your attention. Here are some of the points of his story:

He was born on December 25th, to a virgin mother. She was then given the name, "The Mother of God."

He was to become known as, "The Light of the World," and he preached morality and goodness to his twelve followers.

He performed miracles in front of his followers, and they recorded his teachings and doings so that his message would not be lost to a sinful world.

He was the savior of mankind, and the night before his death, he had a last supper with his twelve followers. The next day, he was hung on a cross and killed by those who did not believe.

But that wouldn't stop him, as it was his destiny to die for the sins of the world. He was resurrected, and he ascended unto heaven around the Spring Equinox.

The faithful celebrated his sacrifice and showed their faith by partaking of bread and wine, symbolizing his body and his blood.

Even the Romans worshipped him, as his message was too powerful to ignore.

And his name, his name was Mithra, and his story is 2800 years old.

You know, I think I've heard this story somewhere before. Damned if it doesn't sound familiar to me, though. Was it Krishna? Quexalcote? Horus? Adonis? Quirinus? Indra? They all pre-date Christianity, so it can't be Christianity that came up with this first.

Hmm? I guess this will have me scratching my head all day.

Tongue firmly in cheek,

Joseph Haines, signing off from The Edge of the Abyss.