He’s at it again. Jesus is showing up in the strangest places. First it was a slice of toast, then an underpass wall (oh, wait, that was his mother), then the hind end of a dog, even in a carrot. Will the miracles never cease? Now he shows up in the corner of a room being prepared for construction, in a smear of drying wallboard mud. Of course, as one of the commenters mentioned, it’s really not Jesus, it’s Karl Marx, and frankly, I’d have to agree. It does look like Karl Marx. There’s the high forehead, the brooding eyes, the darker mustache. Or it could be Edgar Allen Poe. Here. You decide.
A restaurant owner in Nigeria (they have restaurants in Nigeria?) recently discovered a piece of meat that bore the Arabic words for God, and the name of the prophet Muhammad, in the gristle of the meat. I’ll have to take his word for it, because I don’t read Arabic, but if you do, the picture is up there. Have a look. To me, it looks like tripe, which would naturally have those squiggly little crenelations, but what do I know?
This just in from Fox News (where else?) We may have another virgin Mary on our hands, though mom hasn’t gone so far as to admit to that. A woman in Ohio undertook to have an ultrasound image of her recently conceived baby, and instead of seeing the usual gray and white, ghostly image of a fetus, she found a picture of Jesus, apparently on the cross. At least, that’s what it looks like to me. I certainly don’t see a baby there, but I always have to be shown the fetus when I look at these ultrasounds. But that’s just me. I’ll bet her doctor can see the little thing.
This is my word for the day. Apophenia. It means:
The spontaneous perception of connections and meaningfulness in unrelated things; seeing patterns where none, in fact, exist.