The Blasphemy

The priest sucked on his nargileh, exhaling a cloud of aromatic smoke that veiled his features without comment.

But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you,” Luke 6:27.”

“Priest, if we take this concept of non-violence to the flawlessly logical, albeit most extreme and ridiculous conclusion of the Jainists, it disintegrates into caricature. The Jain avoid injuring even the air by wearing a mask over their mouth, they gently sweep away insects before them as they walk, and elect to die through voluntary starvation rather than cause pain to what would be their nourishment. Perhaps I am the appropriate one to question the unquestionable: Can it be that the Christ was mistaken? After all, there is much contradiction to be found in the writing of the New Testament.”

“Now it is you who are blaspheming.”

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