was a merchant from Shiraz in Qajar Iran who, in 1844 at the age of 25, claimed to be a messenger of God.
We see the obvious parallels, in that our Bob was a merchant from Market Basket in Malibu, California, who, at the age of 25, mysteriously claimed to be a grocery clerk, sent by errant goys, to correct some bull.
Were my methods at times unsound? Undoubtedly, and I have acknowledged as much. But was I insane? Yes and no. Let's just say I wanted a mission, and for my sins they gave me one.
Back to Báb and Bábism. The latter is
a monotheistic religion which professes that there is one incorporeal, unknown, and incomprehensible God who manifests his will in an unending series of theophanies, called Manifestation of God.
Sounds haramless enough. Tell us more.
It has no more than a few thousand adherents according to current estimates...
Okay, that's a few thousand more than Bóbism, but the Báb had a 150+ year head start. Who can say how many Bóbis there will be in the year 2155?
The Báb was eventually executed by firing squad. Nothing changes. F*cking Nazis.
Let us scour the Teachings of the Báb for any other pearls of wisdom or comedy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teachings_of_the_B%C3%A1b#Summary).
The Báb taught that the realm of language, as well as all other aspects of phenomenal reality, including natural and cultural objects were symbolic of a deeper spiritual meaning.... In this way, reality is a type of language that consists of words and letters that celebrate the divine revelation in all things.
Shit yeah. No argument there.
Unlike the Bób, the Báb did not blog. Nevertheless,
The Báb foreshadowed later developments in media, by emphasizing the need for a rapid system of news communication, which would be available for all to access, no matter their wealth or social standing.
So, he practically invented the internet.
In his later writings the Báb described the divine or eternal essence to be unknowable, indescribable and inaccessible.
That's half true. But as mentioned in yesterday's post and reconfirmed in this one, the loose ends of the apophatic God are complemented by their cataphatic reunification in a never-ending spiral. It's how God rolls, all day, every day.
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