What makes a book a “bible” The ones that mustn’t budge Is only their longevity Letting everybody fudge.
Some words are weak, stories confused Some are just plain weird Its strength was never clarity Just old men, most with beard.
It must not change, it is the truth, Just how… you’re left to judge. Just not for all humanity See, only for yourself.
But that’s not how these books were used The truth was hard to see These books were used by men For wealth and polity
But if a “bible” could evolve I wonder what it’d say The choices of what’s written Still left to men this way.
It would be weird with many truths Arguing this or thats But that’s exactly what we have As a matter of the facts.
We all carry a bible Our mind, Our map, Our judge It’s there, at least, subconsciously Our own stories to fudge. So…
Make any book your bible Write what you think is true Write exactly opposite Then notice, please God, the hew.
From Zen and the Art of [nothing] by John Zdanowski & Jeff Abrams, Chapter 10.
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