THERE WAS A TIME some while ago when the Apple Mac was the epitome of user-friendly.
Alas, such memory is but a relic … so instead of being able to ‘copy and paste’ I now have to upload a screenshot of my onboard dictionary; progress(?) was ever thus.
A LADY I ONCE KNEW was a devout and devoted Catholic. I had no qualms as a devout athiest myself in driving her to church and sitting outside with a good book whilst she was inside with God alone knows how many child abusers, but to each his/her own. It intrigued me that as a genuine ‘card carrying’ Catholic she kept on her person a wee locket containing (or so the holy sales-pitch went) a piece of the Blessed Dominic. It fascinated me that Catlickers not only thought nothing of chopping up poor ol’ dead guys into little tiny bits, they inserted them into lockets and things to be idolatrously worshipped and/or appealed to as the needs arose. Holy Relics, I discovered, were/are Very Big Business in Catholicism. To each his own … and moving on:
THIS NEXT ONE
what exactly is it?
Sadly I can’t give a credit ‘cos I failed to make a note of the source—
—but if anyone suggests it may be a bready bit I’ll concede top marks. Actually it’s toast … once was a fresh baked loaf ready for sale but the Eruption of Vesuvius put sales on hold for a thousand years or two. (Perhaps if the inhabitants of Pompeii had all had bits of holy dead guys around their necks God wouldn’t have let their lunches be ruined?) Moving on—
I love the juxtaposition here of the good ol’ moon (often worshipped as a god and/or goddess in its own right) and the church tower—long a relic of Man’s aspirations towards the stars. Man has now set foot on the moon but I’ve yet to see God set foot in any church (did see some Buddhas in temples, and Hindu divinities likewise but ‘cos those guys are all ignorant heathens they don’t count).
AND ON THE SUBJECT OF CHURCH
try this shot for size, taken recently in Windsor. One quick flip of a lever on the camera and godlike powers can be invoked to turn a ratty old normal sky into something approaching the wrath of God—
—and this particular wee sacred edifice is still functional, so has to be a relic to modern (okay: current) superstitions rather than ancient. But one day it too will be outmoded, outdated and obsolete, quite unlike the relic below—
—which edifice in one of our local wee towns is still performing well after a hundred years or so. The discerning may have discerned that yon tower, a relic of Victorian engineering, has a discernible lean to it. Opinion seems to be that if we ignore it long enough the lean may go away—but if that lot topples there’ll be a wee instant flood of biblical proportions (and someone somewhere will get growled at).
I was going to insert a shot of a tuatara but you’ve seen quite enough of those so Plan B was a shot of The Spouse watching the Queenstown attraction Earnslaw departing—
—but knowing that The Spouse would promptly relicate me if ever she saw this post I decided that Earnslaw alone is quite enough to fit the theme (out of focus as she undoubtedly is when one cuts the centre of attention out of a shot).
This way you get your relic and I get to retain my teeth— win/win all round. The next—
—is the Invercargill War Memorial rendered silhouette by the face of God peering round behind it. Good old Ra, sacred to the ancient Middle Easterners and the Maori alike. Good ol’ Memorial too, covered with lots of names and dates but don’t fret, there’s plenty of room for lots more. A relic of a more barbarous past and equally barbaric future—
“Mr Editor, Sir—am I allowed to use ‘relic’ in the future tense?”
“Of course, Argus—time is relative and history will of course level all fields. Go for it~!“