
Why the Myth Matters More Than the Man
Whether Jesus walked the earth or not is irrelevant to me. I am less concerned with the historicity of a man than I am with the utility of what he represents. Jesus is a technology. So is the Buddha. So is Krishna. These aren’t merely personalities from the past; they are structured mechanisms—living blueprints—for the cultivation of inner transformation and the evolution of civilization.
They function like algorithms for awakening, coded into the myths and memories of culture, waiting to be activated. Each offers a symbol-set, a behavioral protocol, an ethical framework, and a psychological mirror. Whether or not they existed, they exist. Their presence in the collective psyche is undeniable, and their effect, observable.
Civilizations have risen around these templates. Wars have been fought in their names, yes—but so have peace movements been born, arts been inspired, and lives reoriented toward compassion, surrender, and truth. These are not minor outcomes. These are pivotal shifts in the trajectory of human consciousness.
When a society lacks mythic technologies, it spirals. When the sacred is reduced to opinion or dismissed entirely, a vacuum forms. And into that vacuum pours the lesser gods of the day—greed, algorithmic manipulation, ego-as-brand. The sacred figures stand not because they are flawless historical beings, but because they point beyond history. They are fingers, pointing not to the past, but to what is possible—personally, collectively, cosmically.
To see Jesus as a technology is to acknowledge the architecture of possibility. To understand the Buddha as a psychological operating system is to awaken to what it means to be truly sane. Whether temporary or permanent, these peak states—compassion without condition, awareness without center, love without lack—are doorways we are meant to pass through, again and again, until their impermanence no longer discourages us, but refines us.
Maybe they were fictionalized. Maybe they were real. Doesn’t matter. They were necessary. They remain necessary. Because without the fiction of perfection, how would we recognize the direction of our ascent?
Morgan O. Smith
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