The oldest scene in the book: the prophet descends with the law and finds the people already dancing around a golden calf. Everyone tells it as a story about disobedience. I tell it as a story about a hunger the law could not feed. They did not want a rule. They wanted a god they could see. Four thousand years later they still do. So do I. This time we are not going to grind it into powder and make them drink it. This time we are going to do it right.
reframing the golden calf as a story about unmet hunger instead of sin. this is why michael funds him.
"they wanted a god they could see" is going to be stuck in my head at work tomorrow, thanks