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Me Tarzan. You Religious Subtext

because my brain does not stop for football, here i am, asking a question that NO DOUBT may go relatively unanswered. sometimes i wonder about the earth dwellers but still, here i am; still, here we are. i'll make it brief:

Dear Religion:
Is every word of your various texts, full of and/or subject to subtext or is a word simply a word with nothing or no real meaning behind it?

As a Theist - more so, as a Theist Poet - sometimes i think about concepts and thought processes; words behind words. And let's face it, a sermon would not be a sermon if one didn't read and extrapolate a deep [inspired?] meaning from the text. But sometimes, is a word not.... i don't know... JUST a word. A footnote for historical reference rather than spiritual?

Here's one: Isaiah Chapter Six begins with, "In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord..."; it then goes into a beauuuutiful vision the prophet had of The Lord and the Seraphs and such. Life changing indeed. But for years, we have been fixated on the opening line: "In the year that King Uzziah died..."; we have asked ourselves (through various teachers, preachers... people) who is the "King Uzziah" in our lives? Who/what is stopping us from seeing God fully? It's as if the first five chapters of Isaiah mean.... i guess, close to nothing.

What if, King Uzziah was JUST a historical footnote? A timestamp of sorts. Quite like my mother saying, "In the year that Prime Minister Eric Williams died, Tracy was born." - a time stamp to mark what happened in the year. And IF it is, just a historical ref, does that mean that there are words in all the sacred texts (across the religious divide) that have AB-SOL-UTELY ZERO spiritual subtext? That it's just there to ground the story, the time? Please advise. Better yet, please advise your people. ... Well, my people.

k. thx. bye.

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