Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Mary on my mind

I have to admit that it looks more like medieval images of Mary than most apparitions appearing in the news: burnt toast, rust stains, grilled cheese sandwiches. Usually any inverted U shape qualifies. This one however appears in one "slice" of an MRI scan of a local woman's brain and the woman's sister, hoping to raise needed funds for medical care intends to put it up on eBay.

I could ramble on about the sad story of someone growing up in a town polluted with dioxin and with a lifetime of health problems, including cancer, someone who our "every man for himself" medical care system has left on the side of life's road, but instead I'll talk about my kitchen counter. It's a large grained slab of granite and there isn't a morning when I don't discover another hitherto unobserved face in it. It's not that I'm hung over or astigmatic or even mentally unbalanced. Our brains seem to be wired to seek out faces lurking in the weeds. It's probably a survival thing even if it's only Millard Filmore or Maynard G. Krebs staring at me, eating breakfast.

Of course nobody knows if there really ever was a Virgin Mary or whether she actually was Virgo Intacta until Yahweh shagged her -- much less what she looked like. I'm certain she wouldn't have worn medieval European clothing, but none the less, just like we know that Jesus had long, straight, lanky and light colored hair, with northern European features and was somewhat underweight, we know what she looks like. She looks like a structure in the brain of Pamela Latrimore, in blurry cross section.

Ms. Latrimore has no medical insurance and needs the money, so for once I'm hoping that the deranged and delusional will want some object to pray to (God screens his calls these days) and will bid it up. Unlike Burnt French Toast Jesi or tomato slice apostles it won't rot and unlike road stain apparitions of Jesus you can hang it on your wall. Maybe God made us prone to see faces just so that he could inspire people who pray to bird shit splatter on car hoods to actually do some good in the "love thy neighbor" department. Maybe not, but Pamela definitely needs the money.

6 comments:

  1. I confess it just looks like a brain scan to me. But, like you, I hope someone sees otherwise & gives her the money she sorely needs. Or - better yet - someone doesn't see something in the scan but gives her the money anyway.

    What a sorry state our so-called HC system has left the poor woman in.

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  2. I'm never going to have an MRI; I'm afraid if I had one someone would see Moe,Larry and Curly!

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  3. Wow, Fogg, what a bizarre and unusual story, and well done too!

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  4. Thanks. I'm sure we'll be seeing lots more apparitions and manifestations as the economy continues to collapse and America descends into lunacy.

    No, I wouldn't want one of those brain scans either, but I understand colon polyps in the image of George Bush have been appearing all over.

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  5. colon polyps

    Would you call those (P)elvis sightings?

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