But I digress. God commanded Abraham to kill his only son. Why? Silence inferior being!!! You are a mechanism of my creation! A conduit of my will! If the next words out of your mouth aren't beep boop I'll smite you where you stand! Beep Boop yes sir. Would you like him to be decapitated, burned at the stake, or stabbed through the heart Beep Boop? Abraham then marches Isaac up a mountain, and Isaac, who so far has only checked to make sure they haven't forgotten the sheep and not why his father is carrying a length of rope and a skinning knife and involuntarily twitching every few steps, gets promptly subdued by his elderly father. As he is about to be murdered, an angel swoops down to simultaneously reveal that this has all been an elaborate test and create the TV show Punk'd. So God summons an actual lamb to be sacrificed just 'cause and Abraham and Isaac beep boop back home, have lots of kids, and continue have a healthy relationship. The End
I was about to write a pretentious and thoroughly unoriginal paragraph of the tragedy and beauty of true sacrifice and blah blah blah. But we've heard all that before. In fact, I'd say we've heard it too many times. In fact, I'd say we've heard it so many times that the true meaning has become devalued, like currency or something. In fact, I think that the archetype of the ultimate sacrifice has been pounded into our poor suggestible psyches so much that we actually expect it to happen. Terrible situation --> quick! somebody sacrifice themselves to rescue someone in danger, someone give up everything they are and will be for the sake of someone else so that we all don't look like assholes and get to have survivor's guilt afterwards. I think that society would benefit from taking a step back from ultimate sacrifice, especially in fiction, and focus on it only when it happens in the real world so that we can appreciate it and better understand the true gravity of the action.
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