|Lot and his daughters - a painting|
Lot’s sin was manifold. Lust and incest. He copulated with both of his daughters. His daughters’ children would not be his grandchildren as it should have been. How disgraceful! The mountains off Zoar echoed his laments.
Lot had fled Sodom because of its immorality. The people were like pigs wallowing in filth: they wallowed in sex and sensuality. Bored of the women, the men of Sodom sought and found their delights in male bodies. Left to themselves, their women too discovered their own delights: in the bodies of each other. Bodily pleasures. Damnation. Death.
The wombs of Sodom cried to the heavens for seeds to germinate. The heavens heard the cries. Yahweh opened the gate of the heavens and told Lot to move out.
“You have been a temperate man,” said Yahweh to Lot. “You did not forsake the ways I had ordained for humanity. So shall I save you from the perdition that is about to fall on your land and its men and women as well as their offspring.”
A dream. A dream of a man who wanted something more than the body and its pleasures. A dream of a man who wanted to dream of the heavens.
Dreams can end up people in caves. Lot wanted to save his daughters from the evil world. He took them out from the world. To a cave in a mountain off Zoar.
Caves narrow down dreams. Caves shrink one’s horizon. In the cave Lot saw only his daughters. There was nothing else to see in the cave. Young daughters. Beautiful daughters. Daughters who should be married off. Where are the men who deserve to marry them?
The soil longs for seeds even in a desert. Ova need fertilisation by spermatozoa even in a cave. Especially in a cave.
“When will we get husbands to fill our wombs with children?” lamented Lot’s elder daughter.
“When will we get men to love us?” lamented Lot’s younger daughter.
We are doomed to die in this cave, they said to each other as they hugged each other. Their breasts met with the softness of the flesh of each other. Sodom rose in their groins like a volcano ready to burst. The heat of the volcano scorched Lot’s veins.
Lot took out the wine from the cask to quench the thirst of his veins. The wine flowed in his veins. Wine mellowed his veins. Wine infuriated his sperms. Infuriated sperms long to fertilise. Long to mate. Long to meet a mate. Sodom had killed meeting and mating. There is no life without meeting and mating. There is no life where the sperm is spilled like swine’s swill. Where the ovum is thrown out with rags that had been stuck in the foulest places.
Lot said, “Come my beloved. Lie with me. Let my sperm meet your ovum. Let there be life.”
Lot’s wife was not there to heed his invitation. She had been turned into a salt pillar. She had defied Yahweh’s orders.
But Lot’s girls had heard his mourn. They took off the rags that had been smothering their stinking bodies. Let our bodies find liberation. Let there be life. They said.
They lay on either side of their father.
The night passed. Sodom was burnt out totally by the volcano. But life was stuttering in the wombs of Lot’s daughters.
“Oh Yahweh! What have I done?” lamented Lot standing on the mountain outside his cave looking up to the heavens. I wanted a moral world. I wanted morality. Oh Yahweh! I have spurned a brood of vipers. Children of lust. Oh Yahweh!
Yahweh promised a “Promised Land” to Lot’s offspring. Lot dreamt on. Lot’s dreams crossed the Jordan river. Beyond all rivers. Beyond all oceans. Lot dreamt of a world where his morality would be in practice. In practice. A world of dreams. Dreams of a caveman. The Jordan formed a few ripples which died out soon. The dream of the caveman continued. In scriptures. In the same Arab Land. Dreams. Dreams. Dreams of the children of lust. Oh Yahweh!
Note: This is a fictionalised version of an episode from the Bible, Genesis, chapter 19. I have taken much liberty with the Biblical version.