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Wednesday 26 October 2022

No. Not Even THEY Want to Claim Nixon.


SCENE 4 

X-FILES OFFICE; 

FBI HEADQUARTERS 

WASHINGTON, D.C.


Mulder shows Scully a slide of Gary's back 

with the words clearly written on it.


" HE IS ONE "


MULDER: 

Gary Kane, 16 years old, High School Junior. 

"C" student, first-string varsity football, 

member of the local 4-H club. 


Not one of Wisconsin's more remarkable kids 

but still the apple of his mother's eye.


SCULLY: 

What does that mean?


MULDER: 

Nobody knows.


SCULLY: 

What does The Police report say?


Scully walks over to Mulder and sits on the desk next to him as he shows her the file.


MULDER: 

The victim received a phone call and left his home. 

He was discovered in the woods in his underwear twelve hours later. 

He's been unable to give a coherent statement.


SCULLY: 

Any evidence of sexual assault?


MULDER: 

No.


SCULLY: 

Does it seem like it might have been a schoolboy prank?


MULDER: 

The other victims have had to be sedated and hospitalized since their ordeals. 

They were reportedly hysterical with fear.


(He stands up.)


SCULLY: 

Victims? You mean there've been others?

(Mulder nods and switches the slide to another person with the same writing.)


MULDER: 

One in eastern Wisconsin, one three towns away.

(He flips to another slide, then another.)

Both with the same black words written in black magic marker.


SCULLY: 

What's your interest in this?


MULDER: 

The local sheriff in Delta Glen, Wisconsin thinks he knows what's been happening to these kids.


SCULLY: 

What's that?


MULDER: 

He thinks they've been possessed.




SCENE 5 

DELTA GLEN, WISCONSIN

Mulder, Scully and Sheriff Mazeroski drive down a road in the sheriff's car. 

Mulder is in the back seat.)


MAZEROSKI: 

There's something I think you ought to see first. 

They call themselves the Church of the Red Museum. 

They're followers of a guy named Odin that moved out here from California three years ago and bought a ranch.


SCULLY: 

What's the significance of the name "Red Museum?"


MAZEROSKI: 

Well, Odin and the rest of them are a bunch of vegetarians. 

They drove the ranch right into the ground, 

turned 500 head of beef cattle into pets. 

Calls it a monument to barbarism.


MULDER: 

Probably went over big with the local ranchers.


(Mazeroski laughs.)


MAZEROSKI: 

Well, you gotta admit, it takes some big ones to set down in the middle of cow country and start a church like his.



SCENE 6 
CHURCH OF THE RED MUSEUM 
DELTA GLEN, WISCONSIN
They pull up to the church as three worshippers walk by and towards a barn. They are dressed in white except for a red turban. Mulder, Scully and Mazeroski get out of the car and watch them. Mulder takes out an umbrella and holds it over his and Scully's head.

MAZEROSKI: 
Kinda stick out like a sore thumb, don't they?

SCULLY: 
You know sheriff, from what little we've seen, what, what little you've told us, they seem rather unlikely to be involved in the kind of activities that you described.

MAZEROSKI: 
Well, I, I won't say another word. 
You can just see for yourself.

(They walk into the barn and stand in the back. In front of them is a whole congregation of fifty or so people, with a giant viewscreen in the front of the room. A man gets up onto the platform in front, puts his hand together and bows lightly.)

CONGREGATION: 
Ommm...

MAZEROSKI: 
That's Odin.

Odin sits down at a computer and starts typing rapidly. A woman in back of him reads off the screen into a microphone as the words come up on the screen in back of her.

WOMAN: 
Today is a blessing from our lord and master, who awaits his flock in this time, the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. 
Eighteen earth years from the beginning of the new kingdom. 

The guides speak through me today as messengers of word that we may be free from death and the passage into spirit. 

As the acceleration continues, we, the enlightened, must bring our teachings of the skills for survival to mankind. 
Repeat in prayer...

MULDER: 
They're walk-ins.

SCULLY: 
What are walk-ins?

WOMAN: 
We, the second souls of the first bodies...

CONGREGATION: 
We, the second souls of the first bodies...

WOMAN: 
Bearers of the word and keepers of the sacraments of a new enlightenment...

MULDER: 
They're believers in soul transference
enlightened spirits who have taken possession of other peoples bodies.

CONGREGATION: 
Bearers of the word and keepers of the sacraments of a new enlightenment...

WOMAN: 
Blessed mission and toil.

CONGREGATION: 
Blessed mission and toil.

WOMAN: 
Our struggle is transcendent, and your guidance, our guides...

CONGREGATION: 
Our struggle is transcendent, and your guidance, our guides...

Odin finishes typing and looks to the back of the room at the three visitors.

WOMAN: 
...will carry us toward the dawning of a new age.

CONGREGATION: 
...will carry us toward the dawning of a new age.

(Odin starts typing again.)

WOMAN: 
Today, we bear witness to three who do not believe.

The congregation, one by one, slowly turn and look back at the agents.
We encourage them to open their hearts and minds to our teachings that they who slaughter the flesh slaughter their own souls and must be taught the way.

Mulder looks at Mazeroski.



SCENE 7 
BETH KANE'S HOUSE
(Gary and Beth are sitting down. Mazeroski is as well, but Mulder and Scully are standing.)

GARY KANE: 
I only remember parts of it.

MULDER: 
Which parts are those?

GARY KANE: 
I was in the woods and... I felt... a spirit enter me.

(Mulder walks over and sits down next to him.)

MULDER: 
When you say spirit, Gary, 
I'm not sure what you mean.

GARY KANE: 
It... it might have been an animal spirit. 
I can't explain it. Something... just came over me.

MULDER: 
And you don't remember who called you?

(Gary shakes his head no. Scully, standing in the doorway, looks back down the hallway.)

Anything at all about what happened immediately after you left home that night?
(
Scully walks down the hallway, looking at various pictures.)
Have you ever had any dealings with anyone from the Church of the Red Museum?
GARY KANE: I've seen them around.
MULDER: Do you have any reason to believe that they may be involved with what happened to you?
(The pictures are of Beth, Gary, Stevie and the whole family.)
MAZEROSKI: Now tell him what you told me, Gary.
(Gary talks in the background. Stevie walks up to Scully.)
SCULLY: Hi.
STEVIE KANE: Hi.
SCULLY: Who are you?
STEVIE KANE: Stevie.
SCULLY: Oh, you're in all the pictures. You must be Gary's younger brother.
(Stevie nods.)
I'm Dana. Stevie... do you remember who your brother might have gone out to see the other night?
(Stevie shakes his head "no.")
Did he say anything?

Through the peephole in the bathroom mirror, the man watches Scully. 
Scully hears footsteps in that direction and looks towards the mirror, but does not see anything. 
The man is gone from behind it. 
Mulder walks up to Scully.

MULDER: 
Scully, we'll meet you outside.

He and Mazeroski leave. Scully turns back to Stevie.

SCULLY: 
Well, thank you for your time.

Mulder and Mazeroski start down the front steps.

MULDER: 
Has this boy ever been in any trouble?

MAZEROSKI: 
Gary?

MULDER: 
Yeah.

MAZEROSKI: 
No, I've known him since he was a kid. Same age as my son. 
Now, he's done some beer drinking, but he's just your basic sixteen-year-old. Least he was.

MULDER: 
You see a noticeable difference in him?

MAZEROSKI: 
Yeah, yeah. Gary Kane lived for football. He's a damn good athlete too. Now he won't even suit up.

MULDER: 
The Red Museum... 
how are they treated by the local citizens?

Scully walks over.

MAZEROSKI: 
Nobody much cares for them.

MULDER:
Well, are they ever singled out? 
Shop owners refusing to sell to them, stuff like that?

MAZEROSKI: 
Well, there's a reasonable amount of tension 
but most folks are happy to just try to avoid them.

MULDER: 
Uh, can you recommend a good motel in the area?

MAZEROSKI: 
Sure. That means you're going to stay on for a bit. 
You think there might be something to this?

MULDER: 
Well, I, I want to run a background check 
on the church and this guy

MAZEROSKI: 
You've come to the right place for that.



SCENE 8 
CLAY'S BBQ
Scully sits with plates upon plates of food in front of her. 
She has a bib with the store logo on it, and it is covered with sauce. 
She finishes off a rib and puts down the bone, leaving some more sauce on her cheek by her lip. 
Mulder is sitting across from her with a bib on as well.

SCULLY: 
You know, Mulder... ribs like these, 
I'd say the Church of the Red Museum 
has its work cut out for it.

He wipes off the sauce on her face.

Thanks.
So, you started to tell me about walk-ins 
but I'm not sure if I grasped the finer points.

MULDER: 
Well, it, it's kind of a new age religion based on an old idea. 

That if you, uh, 
lose hope or despair 
and 
want to leave this mortal coil
you become 
open and vulnerable.

SCULLY: 
To inhabitation by a new spirit.

MULDER: 
A new enlightened spirit. 

According to the literature, 
Abe Lincoln was a walk-in. 

And Mikhail Gorbachev 
and Charles Colson
Nixon's advisor.

SCULLY: 
But not Nixon?

MULDER: 
No. Not even they want to claim Nixon.

I Do.


Friday 10 September 2021

I Have to Believe.



got to believe that I did 

everything I could to Save Him, 

to get him back safe, 

to not let him down. 




I got to believe that I did everything humanly possible 'cause if I can't believe that  then these other possibilities that you talk about, that Mulder talks about, that Agent Scully talks about... 

If they're real... if they're real, then... 

That's Something Else 

could have done to Save My Son.



I Believe that when you truly grow to 
Know and Trust a person, 
you cannot help but like him. 


-- Caesar, 

Battle for The Planet of The Apes




SCENE 10

(SCULLY is lying in the bed in her hospital room. Clock reads 8:30. AM, probably. DOGGETT stands beside her bed watching her. SCULLY wakes. She is surprised to see DOGGETT.)


SCULLY: 

What are you doing, Agent Doggett?


DOGGETT: 

I was, um... 

I just came by to see how you're doing.


SCULLY: 

I'm, uh... I feel all druggy. 

Do you mind?


(She points to the bed table. DOGGETT pours a glass of water and hands it to her.)


SCULLY: 

Thank you.


DOGGETT: 

They say you're stabilized but we've been worried about you.


SCULLY: 

Who's we?


DOGGETT: 

You know... me and Agent Mulder ...


SCULLY: 

What's wrong, Agent Doggett? 

You don't seem too good yourself.


DOGGETT: 

You worked with Agent Mulder for how long? 

A long time.


SCULLY: 

Mm-hmm.


(Her eyes briefly flutter closed as if reliving the exhaustion of the last eight years in 2/3rds of a second.)


DOGGETT: 

You never believed in any of this stuff. 

This paranormal or whatever you call it. 

So, what changed your mind?


(SCULLY is very sleepy.)


SCULLY: 

I realized it was me, that I was afraid. 

Afraid to believe.


(DOGGETT starts to leave the room, then turns back. Again, he is in the wooded area. He is standing a few yards away from the police and FBI agents who are standing in a small circle around something on the ground. As he watches, REYES, in a brown trenchcoat, slowly turns and looks at him. SCULLY's voice brings DOGGETT back into the hospital room.)


SCULLY: 

Why do you ask?


(DOGGETT is silent.)


SCULLY: 

Agent Doggett, why do you ask?


DOGGETT: 

Some other time.


(DOGGETT leaves. SCULLY closes her eyes.)







SCENE 14

(Night. Clock says 3:20. MULDER enters SCULLY's hospital room. She is asleep. He calls softly from the doorway.)


MULDER: 

You awake?


(SCULLY wakes up and looks at MULDER.)


SCULLY: Yeah.


(MULDER closes the door as he walks to the bed. SCULLY is resting her hands on her abdomen.)


MULDER: 

What did the doctor say?


SCULLY: 

That I had a partial abruption. Which means that my placenta started to tear away from the uterine wall. They're going to need to monitor me for awhile.


(MULDER smiles a little.)


MULDER: 

But you're going to be fine?


SCULLY: 

Yeah.


(MULDER reaches out and rests his hand on her swollen belly for a moment. His expression is one of wonder, awe, and joy. He and SCULLY smile at each other.)


SCULLY: 

Where have you been?


(Almost reluctantly, MULDER slides his hand off of her stomach.)


MULDER: 

I've actually been out in the field with Agent Doggett 

and this, um, female Agent from New Orleans.


SCULLY: 

Agent Reyes.


MULDER: 

Yeah.


SCULLY: 

I like her.


(MULDER laughs softly.)


MULDER: 

You're nothing at all alike.


SCULLY: 

Well, then neither are you and I. 

So this is a case you're working on?


MULDER: 

Yeah. Actually, one that involves Agent Doggett's son, 

the son who died.


SCULLY: 

Yeah, he's never talked to me about him, 

but I know something

Are you able to help him at all?


(SCULLY is getting sleepy again.)


MULDER: 

You can't help a man who can't help himself.


SCULLY: 

He's worth the effort, Mulder.


(They look at each other. MULDER considers.)










SCENE 16

(DOGGETT is sitting at the X-Files desk. He is on the phone.)


DOGGETT: 

Jeb Dukes, middle name, Larold. No, Larold. Okay, thanks, anyway.


(He hangs up as REYES enters and hears part of the conversation.)


REYES: 

What are you doing, John?


DOGGETT: 

I'm looking into this case.


REYES: 

You're looking in the wrong way. 

There are a hundred agents in this building who can phone canvass.


DOGGETT: 

Ah, but there's only two who can solve crimes with mental telepathy-- you and me. 

So we'll just read the tea leaves on this one 

and there it is, right? Case closed?


REYES: 

John...


DOGGETT: 

Damn it, Monica, you want to find this guy. 

I'm trying to find him. 

What do you want from me?


REYES: 

I want you to be honest with yourself 

about what you saw that day. 

Honest about what your feelings tell you.


DOGGETT: 

Feelings don't solve crimes. 

What the hell does it matter what my feelings are? 

How the hell's that going to get the job done?


REYES: 

I'm not talking about The Job, John. 

What are you scared of? 

Why does it scare you?


DOGGETT:

 I got to believe that 

I did everything I could to find my son.


REYES: (reassuring) 

You did do everything to find your son.


DOGGETT: 

I got to believe that I did everything I could to save him, 

to get him back safe, to not let him down. 

I got to believe that I did everything humanly possible 

'cause if I can't believe that 

then these other possibilities that you talk about, 

that Mulder talks about, that Agent Scully talks about... 

if they're real... if they're real, then... 

that's something else I could have done to save my son.


(Pause. REYES' cell phone rings.)


REYES: (on phone) 

Monica Reyes. 

Katha? Katha, wait.


(She hangs up.)


REYES: 

Jeb Dukes' sister. 

He's there at the house with her.


DOGGETT: 

This guy somehow has some link to my son and I'm damn sure going to find out what it is.


(DOGGETT grabs his coat and precedes REYES out of the office.)

Thursday 12 August 2021

The Inner King and The Blessing Way








NAVAJO RESERVATION; TWO GREY HILLS, NEW MEXICO
(Mulder sits in a congregation of the Navajo. He is still draped in the blanket. Albert walks over and sits down across from him.)

ALBERT HOSTEEN
You must be careful now to end the ceremony properly
If you leave, you must not do any work, change clothes or bathe for four days.

MULDER
That's really going to cut into my social life.

(Everyone laughs.)




ALBERT HOSTEEN
The boys have a gift for you.

(The youngest boy walks up to Mulder and hands him a small pouch. Mulder opens it and pours out sunflower seeds. He smiles.)

You asked for them during your worst fevers.



MULDER
During my fever, I... 
I left here and travelled to a place.

ALBERT HOSTEEN
This place. You carry it with you. 
It is inside of you. It is the origin place.

MULDER
It wasn't a dream?

ALBERT HOSTEEN
Yes.

(Mulder stares at him, perplexed. A man stands and wipes out the design on the board that had been drawn on before. Albert stands.)

We are done now.

(Everyone else stands and starts to leave, except Mulder, who remains seated as the morning sounds ring in.)

Wednesday 21 July 2021

Jeremiah Smith




SCULLY:
Plan 9 From Outer Space?

MULDER:
Yeah. It's The Ed Wood Investigative Method.

"Mr Bond, you defy all my attempts to plan an amusing death for you.

You're not A Sportsman, Mr Bond.

Why did you break off the
encounter with My Pet Python?"

"I discovered he had a crush on me."


This movie is so profoundly bad 
in such a childlike way 
that it hypnotizes My Conscious Critical Mind 
and frees up My Right Brain 
to make associo-poetic leaps 
and I started flashing on 
Hoffman and O'Fallon

How there's this archetypal relationship like 
Hoffman's Jesus to O'Fallon's Judas 
or 
Hoffman's Jesus to O'Fallon's Dostoyevsky's Grand Inquisitor
or 
Hoffman's Jesus to O'Fallon's St. Paul.

SCULLY: 
How about 
Hoffman's Roadrunner to O'Fallon's Wile E. Coyote?

(She grins and he laughs. On the screen, a body is rising out of the ground.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder...

MULDER: 
Yeah?

SCULLY: 
Do you think it's at all possible 
that Hoffman is really Jesus Christ?

MULDER: 
Are you making fun of me?

SCULLY: 
No.

MULDER: 
Well, no, I don't. 
But crazy people can be very persuasive.

SCULLY: 
Well, yes, I know that.

(They both smile as MULDER takes the hit.)

SCULLY: 
Maybe True Faith is really 
a form of insanity.

MULDER: 
Are you directing that at me?

SCULLY: 
(emphatically) 
No. I'm directing it at myself mostly, 
and at Ed Wood.

MULDER: 
Well, you know, even a broken clock is right 730 times a year.



“God is dead,” said Nietzsche. “God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. 

Who will wipe this blood off us?”

The central dogmas of the Western faith were no longer credible, according to Nietzsche, given what the Western mind now considered Truth. 

But it was his second attack — on the removal of the true moral burden of Christianity during the development of the Church — that was most devastating. 

The hammer-wielding philosopher mounted an assault on an early-established and then highly influential line of Christian thinking: that Christianity meant accepting the proposition that Christ’s sacrifice, and only that sacrifice, had redeemed humanity. 

This did not mean, absolutely, that A Christian who believed that Christ died on The Cross for The Salvation of Mankind was thereby freed from any and all personal moral obligation. But it did strongly imply that the primary responsibility for redemption had already been borne by The Saviour, and that nothing too important to do remained for all-too-fallen human individuals. 

Nietzsche believed that Paul, and later the Protestants following Luther, had removed moral responsibility from Christ’s followers. 

They had watered down the idea of The Imitation of Christ. This imitation was the sacred duty of The Believer not to adhere (or merely to mouth) a set of statements about abstract belief but instead to actually manifest The Spirit of The Saviour in the particular, specific conditions of his or her life — to realize or incarnate the archetype, as Jung had it; to clothe the eternal pattern in flesh. 

Nietzsche writes, “The Christians have never practiced the actions Jesus prescribed them; and the impudent garrulous talk about the ‘justification by faith’ and its supreme and sole significance is only the consequence of the Church’s lack of courage and will to profess the works Jesus demanded.”

Nietzsche was, indeed, a critic without parallel. Dogmatic belief in the central axioms of Christianity (that Christ’s crucifixion redeemed the world; that salvation was reserved for the hereafter; that salvation could not be achieved through works) had three mutually reinforcing consequences: 

First, devaluation of the significance of earthly life, as only the hereafter mattered. This also meant that it had become acceptable to overlook and shirk responsibility for the suffering that existed in the here-and-now; Second, passive acceptance of the status quo, because salvation could not be earned in any case through effort in this life (a consequence that Marx also derided, with his proposition that religion was the opiate of the masses); and, finally, third, the right of the believer to reject any real moral burden (outside of the stated belief in salvation through Christ), because the Son of God had already done all the important work. 

It was for such reasons that Dostoevsky, who was a great influence on Nietzsche, also criticized institutional Christianity (although he arguably managed it in a more ambiguous but also more sophisticated manner). 

In his masterwork, The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky has his atheist superman, Ivan, tell a little story, “The Grand Inquisitor.”

A brief review is in order. Ivan speaks to his brother Alyosha — whose pursuits as a monastic novitiate he holds in contempt — of Christ returning to Earth at the time of the Spanish Inquisition. 

The returning Savior makes quite a ruckus, as would be expected. 

He heals The Sick. 
He raises The Dead. 

His antics soon attract attention from the Grand Inquisitor himself, who promptly has Christ arrested and thrown into a prison cell. 

Later, the Inquisitor pays Him a visit. 
He informs Christ that he is no longer needed. 
His return is simply too great a threat to The Church. 

The Inquisitor tells Christ that the burden He laid on mankind — the burden of existence in Faith and Truth — was simply too great for mere mortals to bear. 

The Inquisitor claims that the Church, in its Mercy, diluted that message, lifting the demand for perfect Being from the shoulders of its followers, providing them instead with the simple and merciful escapes of faith and the afterlife. 

That work took centuries, says The Inquisitor, and the last thing the Church needs after all that effort is the return of the Man who insisted that people bear all the weight in the first place. 

Christ Listens in silence. 

Then, as the Inquisitor turns to leave, Christ embraces him, and kisses him on the lips. 

The Inquisitor turns white, in shock. 
Then he goes out, leaving the cell door open. 

The profundity of this story and the greatness of spirit necessary to produce it can hardly be exaggerated. Dostoevsky, one of the great literary geniuses of all time, confronted the most serious existential problems in all his great writings, and he did so courageously, headlong, and heedless of the consequences. 

Clearly Christian, he nonetheless adamantly refuses to make a straw man of his rationalist and atheistic opponents. 

Quite the contrary: In The Brothers Karamazov, for example, Dostoevsky’s atheist, Ivan, argues against the presuppositions of Christianity with unsurpassable clarity and passion. Alyosha, aligned with the Church by temperament and decision, cannot undermine a single one of his brother’s arguments (although his faith remains unshakeable). 

Dostoevsky knew and admitted that Christianity had been defeated by the rational faculty — by The Intellect, even — but (and this is of primary importance) he did not hide from that fact. 

He didn’t attempt through denial or deceit or even satire to weaken the position that opposed what he believed to be most true and valuable. 

He instead placed action above words, and addressed the problem successfully. 

By the novel’s end, Dostoevsky has the great embodied moral goodness of Alyosha — the novitiate’s courageous imitation of Christ — attain victory over the spectacular but ultimately nihilistic critical intelligence of Ivan. 

The Christian church described by the Grand Inquisitor is the same church pilloried by Nietzsche. Childish, sanctimonious, patriarchal, servant of the state, that church is everything rotten still objected to by modern critics of Christianity. 

Nietzsche, for all his brilliance, allows himself anger, but does not perhaps sufficiently temper it with judgement. This is where Dostoevsky truly transcends Nietzsche, in my estimation — where Dostoevsky’s great literature transcends Nietzsche’s mere philosophy. 

The Russian writer’s Inquisitor is the genuine article, in every sense. He is an opportunistic, cynical, manipulative and cruel interrogator, willing to persecute heretics — even to torture and kill them. 

He is the purveyor of a dogma he knows to be false. But Dostoevsky has Christ, the archetypal perfect man, kiss him anyway. 

Equally importantly, in the aftermath of the kiss, the Grand Inquisitor leaves the door ajar so Christ can escape his pending execution. 

Dostoevsky saw that the great, corrupt edifice of Christianity still managed to make room for The Spirit of its Founder. 

That’s the gratitude of a wise and profound soul for the enduring wisdom of the West, despite its faults. 

It’s not as if Nietzsche was unwilling to give the faith—and, more particularly, Catholicism—its due. Nietzsche believed that the long tradition of “unfreedom” characterizing dogmatic Christianity—its insistence that everything be explained within the confines of a single, coherent metaphysical theory — was a necessary precondition for the emergence of the disciplined but free modern mind. 

As he stated in Beyond Good and Evil: The long bondage of the spirit … the persistent spiritual will to interpret everything that happened according to a Christian scheme, and in every occurrence to rediscover and justify the Christian God in every accident:—all this violence, arbitrariness, severity, dreadfulness, and execution. 

Dostoevsky saw that the great, corrupt unreasonableness, has proved itself the disciplinary means whereby the European spirit has attained its strength, its remorseless curiosity and subtle mobility; granted also that much irrecoverable strength and spirit had to be stifled, suffocated and spoiled in the process. 

For Nietzsche and Dostoevsky alike, freedom — even the ability to act — requires constraint.

For this reason, they both recognized the vital necessity of the dogma of the Church. The Individual must be constrained, moulded—even brought close to destruction—by a restrictive, coherent disciplinary structure, before he or she can act freely and competently. 

Dostoevsky, with his great generosity of spirit, granted to the church, corrupt as it might be, a certain element of mercy, a certain pragmatism. He admitted that the spirit of Christ, the world-engendering Logos, had historically and might still find its resting place — even its sovereignty — within that dogmatic structure. 

If a father disciplines his son properly, he obviously interferes with his freedom, particularly in the here-and-now. He put limits on the voluntary expression of his son’s Being. forcing him to take his place as a socialized member of the world. Such a father requires that all that childish potential be funneled down a singly pathway. 

In placing such limitations on His Son, he might be considered a destructive force, acting as he does to replace the miraculous plurality of childhood with a single narrow actuality. 

But if The Father does not take such action, he merely lets his son remain Peter Pan, the eternal Boy, King of the Lost Boys, Ruler of the non-existent Neverland. 

That is not a morally acceptable alternative. The dogma of The Church was undermined by The Spirit of Truth strongly developed by the Church itself.