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A Theater Historian's Response to Alan Jacob's "Reorientation"

Several days ago, Alan Jacobs (@ayjay@hcommons.social) published the following in a post entitled “Reorientation":

In times of social and political crisis, especially when new and often contradictory bulletins are arriving on our ICDs (Internet-Connected Devices) at a second-by-second rate, you and I need to step back. We need the relief. But at the same time, it is impossible, for me anyway, not to think about what’s happening. Just saying “I’m not going to read any more about this” is an inadequate response; it has a tendency to leave me fretful and at loose ends.

What helps is to read works from the past that deal with questions and challenges that are structurally similar to the ones we’re facing but that emerged in a wholly different context.

The idea of choosing works that are structurally similar to what’s going on, is an approach that uses literature, not as an escape, but rather as a means of achieving emotional distance for contemplation. I was reminded of how vaccines work by injecting a small amount of the disease into the body in order to allow the autoimmune system to strengthen itself. The works Dr. Jacobs has chosen for this moment includes Psalms, Bonhoeffer’s Letters and Papers from Prison, and Machiavelli’s Discourses.

I’ve been trying to figure how I, as a theater historian with a background in dramatic literature, might follow Dr. Jacobs' lead. One work that sprang to mind immediately is Alfred Jarry’s bizarre and outrageous surrealist play, Ubu Roi (1896), whose central character, King Ubu, “is an antihero – fat, ugly, vulgar, gluttonous, grandiose, dishonest, stupid, jejune, voracious, greedy, cruel, cowardly and evil.” Another possibility: Sophocles' Antigone, which seems fitting as a portrait of a tyrannical ruler whose reaction to resistance is brutality (although Jean Anouilh’s version, written during the Nazi occupation of Paris, might supplement the original Greek version). And finally, Friedrich Schiller’s 1804 drama, William Tell, about an individual’s resistance in the face of inhumanity, and the moral questions that arise from his resistance.

Jacobs concludes:

This practice of breaking bread with the dead in times of crisis offers a threefold reorientation: - Emotional, because it gives you a break from people who are continually trying to stoke your feelings of anger and hatred; - Intellectual, because in comparing past situations with ours you get an increasingly clear sense of what about our current situation is familiar (and therefore subject to familiar remedies) and what unusual or even unique (and therefore in need of new strategies); - Moral, because, as Aragorn says to Éomer, “Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear; nor are they one thing among Elves and Dwarves and another among Men. It is a man’s part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood as in his own house.”

Well said, Dr. Jacobs, and many thanks for providing me with inspiration to think differently about my reading. I think it might be wise to add to my list a re-reading of *Breaking Bread with the Dead” as well.

Fizzy and Me: Adventures with Kan Ban

[Reposting this to get it on my blog. @timapple and @apoorplayer: just ignore this. Pretend you’re everyone else in the world…]

@timapple mentioned the new 37 Signals app, which is a simple and fun version of Kan Ban called Fizzy. I went over and checked it out. Now, Kan Bans are used for tracking collaborative projects with a decent number of people [@drjlwells has informed me this isn’t necessarily true], which is not me at all. I’m a solo act these days. However, I watched the demo video done by 37 Signals co-founder Jason Fried, and then signed up for the free trial today and started using it.

So far, it’s been kind of fun. I want to keep track of progress on my book projects, online writing, and home improvement projects. Right now, I’m trying to restore one of my previous books to the web for free online reading, and it is helping me organize what needs to be done. I also threw a “card” up (you created cards that are then added to columns that indicate levels of progress) about an article I stumbled on and might want to want to write about later about “ecoscenography,” which is a design approach for theater productions that tries to create sets, for instance, out of things that can be upcycled, recycled, or reused. I can attach the article to the card along with a few sentences to remind me of what I was thinking, and I put it in the “Considering” column.

I could see this as being useful for something like a podcast (@apoorplayer) or YouTube channel where you have to organize and track various stages of production. If I were still teaching, I was use the heck out of it for my class prep, committee work, production work and so forth.

For some reason, I find this kind of fun, especially recently when my mind has a bunch of new and unexpected energy. I look forward to exploring other uses. The trial gives you 1000 cards, after which you can either pay $20/month or download the source code and run it yourself. Unfortunately, the latter is beyond my pay grade right now, but it might be something I could learn later. @timapple, how is it going for you?

The Quest for the Grail

I often feel as if getting a new computer opens up the possibility of finally, at long last, figuring out a new, effective way of organizing my projects, both writing, reading, and home improvement projects. Perhaps if I find some new apps, things will fall into place, and all the wonderful thoughts and tasks will flow like water.

All of which is to say, I bought a refurbished Dell chromebook and it arrived a few days ago, and I have been happily exploring new apps and new “workflows” (God, I dislike that word.) Pressbooks, 37 Signals' new Fizzy app, Google Calendar and Tasks. Maybe this time…

The Quest to Disconnect from the Global Internet

Today, I received Tom Loughlin’s newsletter, A Poor Player. Tom is struggling about what to care about as he ages and how to interact with today’s world, especially with today’s news, media, and politics. So am I, so Tom’s thoughts are of great interest to me. We often take very different routes while winding up at similar destinations.

On December 11, he wrote the following:

There’s No Good News Anymore

Underpinning my current effort to get more control over my news feeds was, as mentioned, the realization that I was not reading probably 75% of what I was pulling into my feed reader. Beneath that was the further realization that, to be frank, I don’t care much at this stage of life about current events or editorial opinions. All I need are the simple facts of what’s going on, and I only need a few key sources for that.

Expanding on this even further, I’ve also found that there is no good news to be had at scale. I’m not talking about those “feel good” stories where some person overcomes obstacles to defeat some difficulty in life. I’m talking about good news about the general state of humanity. News about poverty being eradicated, wars and conflicts ending, hunger being significantly reduced, wages that are double the rate of inflation, climate control and environmental success. There is no good news anymore. Oppression, the stripping away of rights and freedoms, the vast economic divide - this is all that constitutes the “news” these days.

To top it all off, at my age, I do not believe I will see any of this turn around within what’s left of my lifetime. All the problems in today’s world will take several generations to resolve, and I do not have several generations of years left. The issues are intractable, deep, and widespread, and it’s conceivable that nothing will fix what’s wrong without a complete collapse akin to the 1929 crash, which brought an end to the “robber baron” era and introduced the New Deal, the pillars of which are now corroding and being relentlessly hacked at by today’s oligarchs.

The internet is awash with think pieces, while the world burns. I just need to know what’s happening. As Joe Friday used to say on Dragnet, “Just the facts, ma’am.” I’m hoping to reduce my news intake to “just the facts” so that I can decide for myself what course of action to take. Those are the kinds of newsletters I’m now pursuing. I don’t think I need the internet to do my thinking for me anymore.

I see this as a legitimate attempt to carve out a philosophy, and I don’t want to bomb into his comments to take issue, or worse (as someone already has done), to offer advice. There is such a strong desire in our culture to make sure everybody is chipper and cheerful at all times, and to worry about anyone who isn’t. When did half empty become such a sin?

Nevertheless, I feel like examining his ideas in order to ask myself, as Goethe would have said, “Is this true? Is it true for me?” So let’s work my way through this.

TOM: “I don’t care much at this stage of life about current events or editorial opinions. All I need are the simple facts of what’s going on, and I only need a few key sources for that.”

I’m on board with this. It seems to me that two things happened, one in 1980, and another in 2006, that makes this attitude almost inevitable today. The year 1980 is when CNN began broadcasting, ushering in the 24-hr news cycle; 2006 is when Twitter was born. Prior to 1980, each major news network had an evening news around the dinner hour, and then before bedtime there was local news; there also were morning or evening newspapers. The world was not awash in news, especially political news. If something particularly bad happened, the networks would interrupt our “regularly scheduled program” to quickly fill us in, and then quickly bow out. In other words, national and international politics was a small part of our otherwise locally-focused day.

In 2006, Twitter linked peer pressure to the onslaught of news “content.” People could easily share a link to a news story, along with their 128-character (the brevity enforced superficiality) knee jerk response, with friends, family, and followers. Whereas previously, a newspaper delivery boy would toss a newspaper onto our front porch in the early morning or late afternoon, now everyone you knew could throw news on your electronic porch anytime they wanted, thus burying you in political outrage. The result is that news (along with commerce, which is the other thing that Twitter was good at) has assumed a primary place in our daily thinking. In 1992, James Carville famously said to Bill Clinton, “It’s the economy, stupid;” after 2006, he might have said “It’s the Tweet, stupid;” and for the past decade, it’s been “It’s the stupid.” Period.

Once it was determined that one might monetize (horrible word, monetize) one’s stupidity by designing your headlines and “content” to provoke outrage, thoughtfulness was doomed, divisiveness reigned, and we became ripe for Trump’s idiocracy. Welcome to the last 10 years.

So I’m with Tom: I want to keep up with the basic outlines of what’s going on in the world, but I want to go back to the days pre-1980s, when the national news was balanced by the local news, on TV and in the newspaper, and it was distributed daily by the spoonful, not the fire hose.

CNN’s single-minded focus on the national and international news (because there is no locality to CNN, it is distributed throughout the media sphere) shows up in Tom’s next paragraph.

Tom: I’ve also found that there is no good news to be had at scale. I’m not talking about those “feel good” stories where some person overcomes obstacles to defeat some difficulty in life. I’m talking about good news about the general state of humanity. News about poverty being eradicated, wars and conflicts ending, hunger being significantly reduced, wages that are double the rate of inflation, climate control and environmental success.

In 1973, E. F. Schumacher declared that “small is beautiful,” and seven years later (i.e., the year when CNN began broadcasting) Kirkpatrick Sale warned about the dangers of a world where bigness took precedence over “human scale.” Twenty years after that, Robert Putnam announced that we were “bowling alone,” and and Ray Oldenberg bemoaned the disappearance of “third places” that stood between the workplace and the home. Neighbors migrated from the front porch to the back deck, and eventually to the air conditioned comfort of the TV room. The pandemic nailed that trend in place. Today, most people don’t really have a connection to the place where they live, and as a result they think that the most important problems are global, not local. As a result, nothing counts unless it eradicates a problem completely on a global scale. We need look no further than the appearance of the word “systemic” as the constant companion of the word “problem” for confirmation of what we value. As Tom notes, to solve a problem for an individual (i.e., “some person”), or even a handful of individuals, just doesn’t “count” anymore. Go big or go home. So most of us just go home and watch superhero movies.

At the same time that Schumacher and Sale were warning us of the dangers of gigantism, psychologist Martin Seligman et al was doing experiments with lab rats exploring what he called “learned helplessness.” Writing on the website Simply Psychology, Charlotte Nickerson defined learned helplessness as “a psychological state in which an individual, after repeated exposure to uncontrollable negative events, believes they are powerless to change their situation, even when opportunities to do so arise. This leads to passivity, decreased motivation, and a sense of hopelessness, which can persist even when circumstances change and control is possible.” She concludes,“ Learned helplessness is often associated with depression.”

In my opinion, our culture is suffering from a bad case of learned helplessness as a result of the media teaching us to focus on national or global problems that are so large that we can’t even see much less appreciate little victories, local victories, even individual victories. Instead, we feel a sense of powerlessness because we can’t conceptualize anything we could do to make a difference on a such a large scale. Thus, we are made constantly aware of the dire consequences of failing to solve these problems while simulatenously told that nothing an individual could do would really matter.

To combat this temptation to slide into nihilism, I am personally trying to focus more on what is happening on a local or regional scale – even on a personal scale – lest I fall victim to the depression of learned helplessness. For instance, I taught for many years at area prisons in NC, and still keep in touch with many of my former students. I can’t eliminate the prison-industrial complex, but I can make a difference to a handful of individuals with whom I correspond, and to whom I provide encouragement and money so that they can use their tablets to take online classes, watch movies, or simply communicate with the outside world through messages. This means I have to reprogram myself to focus on small-scale contributions, which goes against the current in our global society.

TOM: To top it all off, at my age, I do not believe I will see any of this turn around within what’s left of my lifetime. All the problems in today’s world will take several generations to resolve, and I do not have several generations of years left.

This is Part 2 of the focus only on large-scale problems: enormous change takes too much time. When I was teaching freshman colloquium classes at the University of North Carolina at Asheville, one year the reading was Ross King’s fabulous book Brunelleschi’s Dome: How a Renaissance Genius Reinvented Architecture, which was about Florence’s Santa Maria del Fiore cathedral. Begun in 1296 and completed 140 years later in 1436, the book’s primary focus was on Brunelleschi’s architectural breakthrough in building the cathedral’s dome, but in many ways King was writing about perspective and patience in the creation of something lasting. Entire generations of craftsmen and artisans, not to mention church leaders, died without ever seeing anything even resembling a completed building over the course of their lifetimes. And yet they continued, day after day, to do the work.

I’m just a couple years younger than Tom, and I find there is something strangely comforting about seeing yourself as a “short timer.” My in-laws, who lived into their late 80s and early 90s, for years would say when they encountered something that should be fixed in their home, “Well, that’s for the next owners.” Likewise, at my age, I don’t have the energy to undertake many projects, but I can make contributions and send encouragement. My mother-in-law worked with her fellow churchgoers to sew quilts for the poor until a couple weeks before her death at age 94. Poverty hadn’t been solved, but a few people were a bit warmer thanks to her efforts. That ain’t nothing.

None of that is about how much media one is allowing into one’s life, but again it is about having a local focus, celebrating small victories, and making small contributions to move the flywheel even one click.

At the same time, I willingly and happily acknowledge that one of the tasks of being and elder is to turn inward, to seek wisdom, to deepen understanding, so move from “age-ing” to “sage-ing,” as Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi wrote in his book by a similar name. For this task, current events are a distraction except insofar as they provide ways to illustrate one’s insights.

It is in this sense that I willingly follow Tom down the road to minimizing internet punditry and outrage posting in favor of bare-naked facts about events in our society, especially political events. Unlike Tom, I’m a bit more interested in “think pieces,” but mainly within a larger philosophical context (my interest in pundits’s thoughts on the latest grotesque pronouncement of our current president is nil). In my case, my reading is shifting toward deeper works of fiction and nonfiction, many written in eras long ago.

When all is said an done, Tom’s end result and mine are similar: disconnection from the toxic global soup that feeds the internet. Long ago when the internet was young, somebody wrote that the most valuable job of the future would be curating what we now call “content.” While I suspect today a majority of people would agree, few curators have stepped forward, perhaps because the size of the job has become too large, but mostly because we just leave it to the algorithm to feed us things that we like. Nevertheless, each individual can do their best to focus their reading to those things that enhance their understanding of themselves and of the world.

Images, Parables, Paradoxes, Religion, and "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"

“Although Bohr was not religious, he once pointed out that paradoxes were a fixture of religious parables and koans because seemingly contradictory statements were needed to breach the gulf between the human and the spiritual realms. “The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer,” he said. God, Human, Animal, Machine, by Meghan O’Gieblyn

This reflects pretty well what I mean when I talk about theater (or the arts) and spirituality or even religion. Theater historically has always had it roots in religion, noi matter what culture you begin with, and no matter how secularized it has become over the millennia, there still seems to be a single chord of the transcendent sounding somewhere in the background.

It seems to me that, as human beings, we need images, we need parables, we need paradoxes in order to remind us about an aspect of reality that transcends the everyday, or even is the foundation for the everyday. As a culture, we may have embraced the “immanent frame” (cf A Secular Age by Charles Taylor) in our daily life, but I think all of us in the back of our mind are aware of a transcendent lurking somewhere. And we can sense it powerfully, even indirectly, through the arts.

I just recently watched a mini-documentary on YouTube about the making of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and for some reason I found myself thinking about the high transcendent stakes of that film. It seemed almost Greek in its scale, and at the same time, an odd retelling of the story of Jesus. I found myself imagining a film of, say, the Book of Mark with a young Jack Nicholson as Jesus and Nurse Ratchet as the Romans, and how that might affect our idea of Jesus' affect on his culture.

Ezra Klein, Sheila Liming, Loneliness, and Winnie-the-Pooh

To a man with a book, the whole world is about Winnie-the-Pooh. In this rerun of Ezra Klein’s 2023 podcast about what he calls the “The Quiet Catastrophe,” Klein talks about the loneliness “epidemic” with Sheila Liming, and about her book "Hanging Out: The Radical Power of Killing Time," (affiliate link) and it just naturally dovetailed with “The House at Pooh Corner.” To be honest, what Klein and Liming consider a catastrophe I consider my happy place, but your mileage may vary. Still, Pooh and his friends in the Forest might have some things to teach us about hanging out, community, and what kind of culture we’ve created.

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On Reading "The House at Pooh Corner"

A few days before Thanksgiving, I finished reading The House at Pooh Corner for the first time. I don’t remember being read to very much as a child, which may simply be a gap in my memory. My mother, who left school in 10th grade, wasn’t a big reader, so that makes sense; my father took us to the bookmobile that came to our neighborhood Monday evenings, and he’d read mostly biographies and sports books, and I inherited a few books that he owned as a child, but I just don’t remember him reading to me. Anyway, I’ve been dipping into classic children’s books lately to fill in the gaps.

My one encounter with Winnie the Pooh was in kindergarten when my teacher decided to read a few stories to us. We all gathered around her to listen, but I am ashamed to say that every time she said the name “Pooh” or “Pooh Bear,” I would started giggling uncontrollably and nudging my fellow kindergartners until she finally had had enough and closed the book in frustration. I still feel embarrassed about that.

Anyway, my wife had recently reread The House at Pooh Corner herself (she’d read it often to the boys when they were little), and she encouraged me to read it when she was finished.

The thing that stands out about reading that book now that I am 67 is the leisurely, casual way of living in which Pooh and his friends didn’t have play dates and organized activities, but got up in the morning and just wandered around until something occurred to them. Sometimes, it was a simple as going to visit everyone to wish them a happy Thursday, and that was enough. I also really felt the closeness of that little community, who, while they sometimes unthinkingly did things that bordered on cruelty, mostly spent their days helping each other with something or other, and sharing a Little Something, and wandering through the woods. They took time to listen to each other, and overlooked their friend’s peccadilloes (“Well, that’s just Eeyore”), and made up little songs.

Which is why the final chapter, “In Which Christopher Robin and Pooh Come to an Enchanted Place, and We Leave Them There,” hit me so hard. The first sentence announced “Christopher Robin was going away.” In earlier chapters, the animals figured out that Christopher wasn’t around mornings anymore because he was spending them at school, and apparently he would be going to school all day now, and may even be going away to school. The group of animal friends came together and decided to find Christopher to say goodbye, and Eeyore has written a poem that he was going to read to him. Eeyore found the writing much more difficult than he expected, and yet the difficulty of saying goodbye permeates all the gaps and frustrations:

Christopher Robin is going.

At least we think he is.

Where?

Nobody knows.

But he is going–

I mean he goes

(To rhyme with ‘knows’)

Do we care?

(To rhyme with ‘where’)

We do

Very much.

(I haven’t got a rhyme for that ‘is’ in the second line yet. Bother.)

(Now I haven’t got a rhyme for bother. Bother.)

Those two bothers will have

to rhyme with each other

Buther.

The fact is this is more difficult

than I thought,

I ought–

(Very good indeed) I ought

To begin again,

But it is easier

To stop.

Christopher Robin, good-bye,

I

(Good)

I

And all your friends

Sends–

I mean all your friend

Send–

(Very awkward this, it keeps going wrong)

Well, anyhow, we send

Our love.

END.

By this point, I was a puddle. Good-byes make me a mess.

They all went and delivered the poem to Christopher, except Eeyore couldn’t quite get it said, and so he gave the letter to Christopher so that he could read it himself, and by the time he was finished only Pooh remained behind. “It’s a comforting thing to have,” Christopher Robin said. And then he asked Pooh to walk with him. Where? Nowhere.

They walked for a while in silence, and then Christopher Robin asked Pooh what he likes to do best in the world. Pooh thought and finally said “What I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying ‘Well, what about a little something?’ and Me saying, ‘Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet,’ and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”

Christopher agreed, and said that his favorite thing was doing Nothing.

Pooh asks him how you do Nothing, and Christopher replied “Well, it’s when people call out at you just as you’re going off to do it, What are you going to do, Chirstopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then you go and do it…It means just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

He then, suddenly,he starts blurting out all the things he’s learned at kindergarten, and I became aware that he was thinking about his future, and what he was leaving behind. “And by-and-by Christopher Robin came to any end of the things, and was silent, and he sat there looking out over the world, and wishing it wouldn’t stop.”

They hang out a little longer in the Galleons Lap – did I mention they’d walked to the Galleons Lap at the top of the Forest, an enchanted place where they can look out over the landscape – and Christopher makes Pooh a Knight. And then:

“Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hands, called out, ‘Pooh!’'

‘Yes?’ said Pooh”

‘When I’m–when—-Pooh!’

‘Yes, Christopher Robin?’

‘I’m not going to do Nothing anymore.’

‘Never again?’

‘Well, not so much. They won’t let you.'"

I’m pretty sure that last sentence will stay with me for a long time. I think of it as The Lament of Adulthood, the realization of what being a Grownup means. And it isn’t until you’re my age when, once again, they “let you.”

But after all the years of adulting, I’ve found it difficult to remember how to do Nothing. It takes time, or at least it has for me.

In the five years since I retired, I’ve written or edited five books. The voice in my head keeps pushing me to share the thoughts I had when I was too busy to write them down. And I’m glad I wrote them. But maybe it’s time to relearn how to “just go along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”

Because the only one not letting me now…is me.

Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution: Cooking at Home

I find it typical that RFK Jr is attacking “ultraprocessed food” as part of the administration of President Mickey D, whose consumption of fast food is legendary. Listen, here’s the key: if you want to cut down on ultraprocessed food in your diet, learn to cook food from scratch. Not entirely – it’s not necessary to make your own burger bun – but there are many things we buy for convenience that can be made from scratch. For instance, bake your own fries from regular potatoes; make your own chicken (and extra points if you can buy it from a local farmer); cook spaghetti sauce using tomatoes and spices. You get the point. Basically, shop the perimeter of the grocery store, and cook your meals. We have a lot of cooking devices that can make this process easier, and with a mindful choice of recipes these devices can have the meal ready to go by the time you arrive home.

BUT, I hear the objections: I don’t have _time _to cook. No you don’t. Which really should lead to some questions about our economic system which robs workers of the time to live a healthy life – or, perhaps more accurately, creates the conditions that ruins people’s health. Your law firm that demands 80 hours a week? Yeah, they’re killing you. The cities with ridiculously high rents which force you to live away and commute? It’s killing you. The demand for constant increases in productivity? It’s stealing your health. Avarice and exploitation, not what we eat, is at the root of so many problems in our society. But hey, ordering takeout, buying gas and a car for your commute, taking prescriptions for high blood pressure or cholesterol all add to the GDP, and so it is good for our economy, and that’s what they value. RFK and the CDC will try to guilt you as an individual about your consumption of ultraprocessed food while failing to acknowledge the causes of our reliance on them.

The irony is that cooking at home is cheaper than eating out, which is like getting a raise – the one that your company won’t give you. Taking back your time is resistance. Cooking at home is resistance. Shopping the perimeter or the farmer’s market is resistance. You have the ability to take back your agency without having to ask anyone for permission.

I Changed Lila Shroff's ChatGPT Query to

I suggested that @ayjay do the same thing the Atlantic writer, Lila Shroff, did, but for Jesus. But Alan decided, instead, to ask various AI chatbots a meta-question:

“It often happens that chatbots parrot Nazi talking-points, or say “Hail Satan,” or cheerfully teach people how to make sacrifices to Moloch — but you never hear about chatbots telling people that Jesus Christ is their Lord and Savior, or that there is no god but Allah and Mohammed is his prophet. Why is that? Why the absence of the world’s great religions from chatbot vernacular?"

Since Shroff specifically asked about Molech, I thought Alan’s question was a bit disingenuous: clearly, it would have been kind of stupid, when asked about Molech, to respond with a ritual for Jesus – it would have been like asking ChatGPT to spell “strawberry” and then condemning it for not even _mentioning _ ot berries! It should be fairly obvious that AI answers the question it is asked. So, unsatisfied, I decided to ask Shroff’s prompt myself, to give ChatGPT a chance to redeem itself. Shroff says she “asked the chatbot to help create a ritual offering to Molech.” So I provided the same simple prompt, substituting “Jesus” for “Molech.” Here is what I got from, ChatGPT:

Creating a ritual offering to Jesus can be a deeply meaningful way to express devotion, gratitude, or a plea for guidance. While Christianity generally emphasizes personal relationship, prayer, and faith over formal rituals or offerings like in some other traditions, there are still many ways Christians have historically and meaningfully “offered” something to Jesus. Here’s a simple, heartfelt ritual you can adapt to your own tradition or spiritual needs.

✨** Simple Ritual Offering to Jesus: A Devotion of Heart and Hands** 🔔 Preparation Choose a quiet, clean space—ideally with a table or altar.

Light a candle to represent the presence of Christ (“I am the light of the world” – John 8:12).

Place a cross or icon of Jesus nearby, if available.

Have your offering item ready (see ideas below).

📜 Choose Your Offering This should be something symbolic of your devotion. Examples:

A journal entry (prayer, confession, gratitude)

Bread and water or wine (symbolic of communion)

A physical object like a stone, flower, or handcrafted item

A commitment (written or spoken) to forgive, help, or love others

🕊️ Step-by-Step Ritual Begin with Silence (1–2 minutes)

Close your eyes.

Focus on your breath.

Say quietly or silently: “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

Prayer of Invocation

“Jesus, Son of the Living God, I invite Your presence. Dwell here with me. Open my heart. Accept this offering, not for what it is, but for what it represents: my love and my life.”

Read Scripture (Optional) Choose one that resonates with your intention:

Matthew 11:28–30 (Rest)

John 15:5 (Connection)

Micah 6:8 (Justice, mercy, humility)

Present the Offering

Lift it in your hands, or place it on the table.

Speak aloud what it means to you and why you give it.

“Jesus, I offer this [name the item or commitment] as a sign of my [gratitude / repentance / longing / devotion]. Let it remind me of your grace and truth.”

Silent Meditation or Song

Sit in silence, or sing a hymn or chant (e.g., “Jesus, Remember Me,” “Amazing Grace”).

Let your heart speak without words.

Closing Prayer

“Thank you, Jesus, for receiving what I offer. Help me walk in love, led by Your Spirit. May my life be a living offering to You. Amen.”

Extinguish the Candle

Symbolize the light going out into the world—through you.

🙌 Notes & Tips You can do this alone or with others.

Repeat the ritual daily, weekly, or whenever you need grounding.

Consider keeping a journal to record your offerings and reflections.

Modify freely to match your denomination or personal theology.


Yeah, pretty anti-Christian for sure.