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I went to the Rosicrucian Museum today, in part because I have a term paper due in ancient art history and needed a piece to do it on. I took my father with me, and we had a grand ol' time, right up until we decided to go see the Rosicrucian Planetarium's presentation on the Mithraic Mysteries.
It was only thirty-five minutes. It felt so much longer. The highlights were as follows:
"The worshipers sang chants to Mithros. We don't know what words they used, or what their music sounded like, but we think it went something like this!" This was followed by poetry which, if the proceeding statement is true and accurate, has... absolutely no historical basis. And then, at the end of the program, they repeated it. With an added verse. And no other goal than to hear the pained whimpers of the audience, I must presume.
"Pices, or the fishes..." One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. They're not fishes unless you love them because they're so delicious.
"The man on the right has his torch pointing upwards, while the man on the left has his torch facing down." At which point, I leaned over to my father and whispered, "if you torch points upwards for four hours or more, please consult a physician immediately."
On the bright side, I learned the Subaru is, apparently, Japanese for the Pleiades. Otherwise, I wasn't terribly impressed. Mind you, I'm a Lit major, so I'm all for the unsubstantiated interpretations of things. But there was still a moment after we walked out when, possessed by the spirit of my English 1B professor, I began to claw at the air and scream, "Where are your citations!? Show me your bibliography! Do it now!"
It was only thirty-five minutes. It felt so much longer. The highlights were as follows:
"The worshipers sang chants to Mithros. We don't know what words they used, or what their music sounded like, but we think it went something like this!" This was followed by poetry which, if the proceeding statement is true and accurate, has... absolutely no historical basis. And then, at the end of the program, they repeated it. With an added verse. And no other goal than to hear the pained whimpers of the audience, I must presume.
"Pices, or the fishes..." One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. They're not fishes unless you love them because they're so delicious.
"The man on the right has his torch pointing upwards, while the man on the left has his torch facing down." At which point, I leaned over to my father and whispered, "if you torch points upwards for four hours or more, please consult a physician immediately."
On the bright side, I learned the Subaru is, apparently, Japanese for the Pleiades. Otherwise, I wasn't terribly impressed. Mind you, I'm a Lit major, so I'm all for the unsubstantiated interpretations of things. But there was still a moment after we walked out when, possessed by the spirit of my English 1B professor, I began to claw at the air and scream, "Where are your citations!? Show me your bibliography! Do it now!"