Cracking The Da Vinci Code (Chill out, Whitney, I don’t mean that kinda crack)
I had several out-of-town engagements this month, which meant several hours on airplanes (not Southwest, mind you) and I noticed that everyone was reading The Da Vinci Code. Being of a curious nature, I had to find out what the big deal was, so I read the book and saw the film. The movie was very interesting, but strangely similar to last year’s National Treasure, which was a lot more fun. And on a complete side note, I am not one to advocate plastic surgery unless you really think it will enhance your self-image, but if Tom Hanks wants to keep playing opposite 20something women he should really consider some botox or something, yikes.
OK, so back to the topic. Saw the film. Read the book. Enjoyed both. Then saw the documentary about the book. And the book about the film. And the supplement book about the reading and interpreting of the book. And the brochure interpreting the code, which was in turn interpreting the symbols, which were questioning the facts and arguing the fiction. It’s a phenomenon, which I cannot explain. The major focus of the book is whether or not Jesus was married and had children, which would mean that God’s descendants are roaming the earth today. That’s it. That’s the big question. Big deal.
Now, I could truly not care less which side was right or wrong about the justification of the book, but I do find it interesting that millions of people who are arguing the legitimacy of the text really feel like they have a vested interest in proving or disproving the theories. The devout Christians go to great lengths to show that the work of fiction is only that, and that Jesus was a 30something bachelor with a athletic build and dark features who traveled around with some other dudes all over Mesopotamia changing people’s lives. Now, to me this description sounds a lot like the pitch for Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, but hey, to each their own.
The Code advocates, who are just as devout in their beliefs, are determined that Jesus was just a man who had a wife and kids. To me, either theory could be correct and it wouldn’t change the way I feel about religion. If you believe in God, which I happen to, or Buddhism or Mohammad or Wiccan priestesses or Scientology or Satan or nothing, then the point is that you hold your beliefs up to yourself, not judge the beliefs of others. Almost all religions have some basis is love and acceptance, so why is it so important that one religion is right and one religion is wrong? For instance, I believe Jennifer Lopez is one of the worst singer/actresses ever to be given a career, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect and accept the people who like her.
Maybe Jesus did have kids and maybe when we see certain acts of kindness being expressed, we can thank a divine bloodline. Or maybe Jesus was the Son of God who was sent to earth to teach humanity how to be good to each other. Or maybe there was no Jesus at all, maybe the dinosaurs ate him. No matter how much “proof” is shown to support religious bases, there will never be a definitive answer, so why keep arguing? So read The Da Vinci Code if you haven’t, or see the film if you want to. Or stage a protest about them if you want to. But in the end we need to make sure that we don’t get so wrapped up with trying to understand the meaning of life that we forget to enjoy it. OK see, now I sound like Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker on Nightline. God Help us all lol. BLOG HARD!
It’s always a business doing pleasure with you!
– Dylan Vox