Sardar Faire

It is nearly two hands that have passed before we have finally reached the furthest point north on the Pilgrim's Road, at the end of which lies an event that unfolds itself four times per year, to mark the heralding of each solstice and each equinox.

For many it is a religious epiphany, where pilgrims gather to hear the prophetic utterances of Initiates' divine communion with Priest Kings. For others, it is merely a social event, a cultural gathering of cities and castes wherein the universal human condition is celebrated and a Jubilee of sorts becomes strictly enforced by Merchant Law. For a few, it is nothing more than a crossroads.. a ladder for climbing to the heights of financial and social success.

Marius falls into the latter category, skeptical of those of the first with their vain preachings and self-righteous judgementalism among the masses. He doubts the very existance even of Priest Kings, claiming them nothing more than the self-imposed morality of rigorous insitutions designed to prey upon the weak-minded and rob them slowly of their faculties, and ultimately their material possessions.

I am not so wholly persuaded however ,on either side of the coin. For part of me would side with Marius' obvious empirical logic. One needs only to witness the foolishness of those who fall surrendered to the vain babblings of Initiates. Yet another part of me, deep inside, yearns to believe that there must be a Higher Power. And if this is correct, then all men must be slaves.

This is the Sardar Faire.
It is essentially whatever you make of it.

What if God Was One of Us
Joan Osbourne

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the Saints
And all the Prophets

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in Rome

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in Rome