Context is what we are talking about. Take enough stuff used in the occult altogether and somebody would have to be wacko or something not to make an educated guess like we all do for just about everything else in life.
Not necessarily. Look at Hellboy. He’s red. He’s got a pointy tail. He’s got horns to boot. (It doesn’t matter if he just breaks and files his horns. We still know what they originally were.)
Another example is my favorite Marvel superhero: Ghost Rider.
Flaming skull? Check.
Hellfire powers? Check.
Biker leather? Check.
Spiky studs? Check.
Wicked looking motor cycle? Triple check.
Evil and satanically irredeemable personality? Wait…
Let’s turn this the other way around shall we? How about… Pope Alexander VI?
Nuff said.
A cross by itself may be mutable but when you put an INRI sign above the victim’s head and a crown of thorns on his head as well it would be reasonable to assume that it’s a reference to Jesus crucifiction yes?
Not when you use it as the banner of a zombie parade or put it in the background of a gothic lolita art piece.
While I’m not denying the role of context in determining meaning, it’s not the only factor. You mix and match other concepts well enough and you’ll find sweeping judgments like yours in need of serious re-evaluation.
That may be so but God made this world we live in didn’t he? Someone once told me that people who are bored with reality are just plain boring.
Oh really? My office mates seem to find me funny. You know why? Because taking stabs at the things which make our lives wearisome makes them easier to bear.
Why would he make a boring world for us to live in? People who talk like that need to get out more I think. See the sights and the beauty of God’s creation
Please don’t sicken me with this talk of ‘the beauty of God’s creation’. That beauty was lost after the Fall. I’ve already seen the so-called beauty that you speak of. Mind you, I find it only mentally palatable after re-imagining it with a fantasy make-over. All we have now are lives run by toil, busy schedules, quotas, and talks of a downhill global economy that forces even the noses of the rich hard on the grindstone just to sustain our kind’s basic needs.
Wonderful world indeed.
Ironically, this isn’t to say there isn’t any good in my life. However, the reason why I now enjoy the company I keep is because we all take pleasure in escaping (one way or another). Taking a leaf from Tolkien’s letters, we are all kindred spirits, trapped in a prison of repetition, monotony, and we all strive together to break free (even for just a moment). We put up with the toil because by working at its whim, we set it up to destroy itself for a moment and liberate our tired minds.