Begat: (v) past-tense of beget: to procreate or generate
One day, in a fit of boredom, I opened up the Gospel of Matthew in the Good Book and began to read the names of men who lived their lives only to be given a footnote in history in reference to a child they procreated.
I was overcome with a deep sense of meaninglessness.
There has to be more to life than spawning.
I certainly love my sons, but I don’t want to be known merely as the father of offspring instead of the instigator of springing off a new idea.
Is that wrong?
Should I be more focused on the by-product of my genitalia? It annoys me because it seems to have a cave-man quality of “obsession with possession.”
And especially when I realized, upon finishing up with that lineage of Christ in the Gospel of Matthew, that the whole process was interrupted by a supernal notion from a heavenly Father–to insert a woman as the mother of Jesus and the matron of salvation.
Maybe it was necessary for God to establish the lineage to emphasize its futility.
Similar to playing 24 games of tic-tac-toe before you realize that no one ever wins.