“I watched as the Lamb opened the first of seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “come and see”. I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror, bent on conquest.”
– Revelation 6: 1-2, The New Testament
Ax-Les-Thermes, July 2004. In the hectics of my first hitch hiking trip, I’ve ended up at the endline of one of the exiting stages of the Tour the France. I am surrounded by group of slightly oversized people who crossed the Atlantic to honour their national hero. “He’ll be here in five minutes”. The lady tells me in an adorably exited way. I am amazed about how up to date they are. Everybody’s here for one purpose, I enjoy this sense of communion. The bikers pass by in a flash.
This is the first time I cite the Bible on this blog. What I like about the the book is its accuracy in describing future events. Nowadays, of course, we all know that the world is going to end this year, but even two thousand years ago, Saint John the Evangelist was shown that Lance Armstrong would announce this by conquering the world. The symbols:
The first of seven seals is the seal of illusion. It is breaking. The west now starts to face the fact that we have less than we thought we had. The economy collides. Instead of following the dream of eternal growth of gadgets and comfort, we are being pushed back to that which really has value. Friends and basic needs.
The colour white symbolizes the hypocrisy of following “pure” dreams. It symbolizes how we look up to others who seem to do what we cannot: conquer. It shields us from our own potential and the tragic fact that our heros are as human as ourselves. We’re looking up to wolves in sheep’s clothing. The crown that was given symbolizes the honour we give these people. The bow is the way the targets are reached. Media. Deadly in some hands.
The conquest is not just a physical but also mental. To spread our names. Our images. Our products. Our understandings. We scream so loudly that we have become deaf to other souls. Armstong screemed loudest, and with him many more white riders of our time.
On the eve of one of the most disastrous storms that ever hit New York City, it would be sensible if we acknowledge that the times ahead will be harder than what we’ve just come out of. More disillusions are to come. But if we believe John’s revelations, it’s ultimately for the better.
Coming up next: how a girl in red freed her half digested grandma from the wolf and started a war.