What this is:
Is: a story written by you, for you, about you, and at the same time, not of you. A story that is multi-dimensional, that transcends boundaries, that is always new, and yet old as time.
And so we begin, with one of the oldest stories of time, and thus we shall confuse you, befuddle your mind, and scatter your thought. This story is universal, and yet confounds us even today. And so it begins - and so it ends.
There was a man named Job who lived in the land of Uz. He was blameless, a man of complete integrity. He feared God and stayed away from evil. He had seven sons and three daughters. He owned seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred teams of oxen, and five hundred female donkeys, and he employed many servants. He was, in fact, the richest person in that entire area.
Every year when Job's sons had birthdays, they invited their brothers and sisters to join them for a celebration. On these occasions they would get together to eat and drink. When these celebrations ended--and sometimes they lasted several days--Job would purify his children. He would get up early in the morning and offer a burnt offering for each of them. For Job said to himself, "Perhaps my children have sinned and have cursed God in their hearts." This was Job's regular practice.
One day the angels came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan the Accuser came with them. "Where have you come from?" the LORD asked Satan.
And Satan answered the LORD, "I have been going back and forth across the earth, watching everything that's going on."
Then the LORD asked Satan, "Have you noticed my servant Job? He is the finest man in all the earth--a man of complete integrity. He fears God and will have nothing to do with evil."
Satan replied to the LORD, "Yes, Job fears God, but not without good reason! You have always protected him and his home and his property from harm. You have made him prosperous in everything he does. Look how rich he is! But take away everything he has, and he will surely curse you to your face!"
"All right, you may test him," the LORD said to Satan. "Do whatever you want with everything he possesses, but don't harm him physically." So Satan left the LORD's presence.
One day when Job's sons and daughters were dining at the oldest brother's house, a messenger arrived at Job's home with this news: "Your oxen were plowing, with the donkeys feeding beside them, when the Sabeans raided us. They stole all the animals and killed all the farmhands. I am the only one who escaped to tell you."
While he was still speaking, another messenger arrived with this news: "The fire of God has fallen from heaven and burned up your sheep and all the shepherds. I am the only one who escaped to tell you."
While he was still speaking, a third messenger arrived with this news: "Three bands of Chaldean raiders have stolen your camels and killed your servants. I am the only one who escaped to tell you."
While he was still speaking, another messenger arrived with this news: "Your sons and daughters were feasting in their oldest brother's home. Suddenly, a powerful wind swept in from the desert and hit the house on all sides. The house collapsed, and all your children are dead. I am the only one who escaped to tell you."
Job stood up and tore his robe in grief. Then he shaved his head and fell to the ground before God. He said,
"I came naked from my mother's womb, and I will be stripped of everything when I die. The LORD gave me everything I had, and the LORD has taken it away. Praise the name of the LORD!"
In all of this, Job did not sin by blaming God.
The black smoke rose steadily from the hellish inferno.
Job leaned on his spade and gazed upon the fire. The blaze caused his eyes to tear... because of their heat... because of their destruction. The smell of the burning wool... and flesh choked him, but not as much as his heavy heart did.
"Perhaps God has spared me," He mused, "So that I may bury my family. Surely after that, He shall take me too."
And so he began his work.
Well into the evening he labored. The flames had reduced themselves to mere embers by the time he patted the earth down on the final grave; the grave of his eldest son.
Job's Eldest SonEdit
Even the cacophony of the feast could not break his concentration.
Again, he counted the coins. Again their number fell short of what he knew should be in his purse.
"There is a thief amongst us," he muttered.
No one noticed. The feast continued, and the merriment of these people infuriated him even further.
"I said..." he began...
"There is a thief amongst us!!!" he shouted as he rose and slammed his fist on the table.
All fell silent and looked at him incredulously, as if he had lost his mind. The silence hung but for a moment when Sarena began to laugh.
"We are all thieves at this table, my brother."
Laughter erupted around him, and the din filled the tent anew.
"Yes, Bahl," his brother, Adam, chortled. "Thieves! Liars! Harlots and gamblers! And you, my brother, have set the example for us all!"
"Well then it shall be a blessing to the world when I rid it of whomever has lightened my purse," Bahl said through gritted teeth. His hand moved to his dagger.
"What shall you do, Bahl, kill us all?" Adam asked. "Or will you offer up a more specific accusation?" He rose and looked around the table, "Will he who has taken poor Bahl's coins please speak up, he should like to kill you."
Again the table erupted in laughter.
Bahl sputtered. "I will not tolerate this! I will... I will..."
"Bahl, bahl! Calm thyself!" Sarena said. She rose and came around the table to him. Lightly, she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Sit," she said. "We shall discuss this. Perhaps together we may be able to deduce who this thief is and flush him out."
Reluctantly, Bahl took his seat; his sister now taking a seat next to him. She took the carafe of wine and filled his cup for him. She placed her arm around him, and offered the cup to him.
"Drink," she said. "It will calm your nerves."
Bahl raised the cup to his lips. As he sipped, Sarena leaned in close to his ear. He could feel her breath on him. It was seductive and warm.
"I know who it is," She whispered to him.
His hand darted back to his blade. Sarena's hand followed and held fast.
"No!" She whispered. "Not here. Not now. Tonight..." she whispered, as under the table her hand slid from his hand, down his waste, to his leg, and further. Between his legs, she gently squeezed. "Tonight, brother, you shall come visit me, and I shall reveal his name."
Bahl's eyes glanced to each of his brothers.
"Tonight," Sarena continued, "We shall learn the depths of our lust, and we shall find your revenge." Quickly she darted her tongue to his ear; imperceptible to all others at the table. "Tonight we shall revel in blood."
Bahl's heart beat heavily as she pulled away and took a drink from her cup. Images of taking her there on the table filled his mind's eye. The shock that would ensue! He imagined stabbing each of his brothers in turn as his sister squealed in ecstasy.
The folds of the tent flapped wildly as a wind began to rise.
"Ah... the wind, " Adam said with his hand cupping the breast of the servant girl next to him. "It shall blow away our sins. It shall purify us in father's absence!"
For one last time, laughter erupted from the table.
And as Adam slipped his tongue into the young girl's mouth, as Serena fondled her eldest brother's manhood, as Bahl dreamed of taking the coins from a dead brother's purse, and as all in the tent laughed and were filled with the joy of their own decadence...
The wind blew their sins away.