Jesus came to remind us of something long forgotten, that we are essentially good if not holy. The wickedness learned has to be unlearned. Man’s original goodness, reverence for Nature, and the worship of the female principle, had long been hijacked by warriors and their war gods by the time Jesus came along. Emperors were steadily performing Caesarian sections on what remained of a previously female-based society, throwing out babies with bath water, only a few being able to escape by hiding in the reeds and saving up their rushes, floating out to safety down river. Coincidentally, this all gained steam with the ascendancy of cities and their increased stratification of life, including professional soldiers and slaves. Along with militancy and the rise of cities, came the rise of plagues and epidemics, hitherto unknown for lack of a population base to feed upon. When the nomads of the steppes created a warrior’s life for themselves, they took the hit as being barbarians, but really they were just claiming what was theirs in a lawless world. Nevertheless, Jesus knew what was real and what was not, and told it much like it was in words that could go down easily. The performance of miracles didn’t hurt the road show, either. Miracles were commonplace in a miraculous world. Their absence in a world of science is the price we pay.