In tribal experience, as in American mythology, life originates with the forefather. How often on this program have we mentioned the blasphemous depiction of George Washington seated in glory, riding upon the clouds, flanked by the angelic hosts? In this sense, the Capital Rotunda is a kind of Platonic Fold: an event horizon where the crisp, clean philosophical constructs inside our brains collide with the messy and often painful complexities of the real world. Are you sure that we are different than the other nations? “‘Whose image is this? And whose inscription?’” (Mark 12:16) For all our talk of “universal values,” we like the Romans, worship our tribal patriarchs etched in the stones of our eternal city. Not as pretty as the one in Italy, but the same thing. Thank God, our only Father, and Patriarch, not for Zacharias, but for God’s willingness to put his mouth on the lips of Zacharias for our sake as he did with the prophets of old. Much prettier to my Semitic ears than a building with a painting of George, Romulus, or anyone else. Richard and Fr. Marc discuss Luke 1:70-73 Episode 451; Luke 1:70-73 The following music was used for this media project: Music: Road Trip by Frank Schroeter Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/9761-road-trip License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Artist on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/frank.schroeter.52