Life is so full of these... The story of the prodigal son sounded simple enough when he heard it in Sunday School. The story of a wayward younger son who was a rebel who could not conform to the norms of the society and family. He wanted out, demanded his dues as the rightful heir to his father's property and left the household to enjoy life and slither into the trap of hedonism. When his finances went dry, and he was diseased, his 'faithful' friends disappeared. Helpless, hungry and weak, at life’s pits, at the pig’s sty, he dragged his sorry self back to his father's estate, hoping to work at least as a slave. Hold behold, the father was so happy to see him back that he received him with open arms and threw a party. The take home lesson then was that God (or your parents) are always there not matter how low you fall in life! They do not judge. What came to my mind of late is the action of the elder son. He was vilified as the bad one at the end of the story. Eve...
It is all Mimesis