Kate and I just had one of our frequent "patio" discussions...my, how she sparks my mind!
We've been watching some tapes that a friend gave us, about the origin of the Bible and the similarities to (read "borrowed from") other ancient mythologies. Very interesting anthropological and sociological information, even showing the Biblical connection to astrology (e.g. the Mazzaroth @ Job 38:32 w/RBi8 ftn & 2 Kings 23:5).
So why have I almost all my life been unwilling to openly investigate such issues? Was I stupid? No. Was I blinkered? Yes, to some extent. But the really fundamental emotional force working in me was fear, fear that somehow I might be jeopardizing my continued existence. There is nothing more primal than the need to survive. And it can drive us to do things that, objectively, are totally irrational...or, prevent us from doing things that are completely rational.
I think there is merit to keep this in mind when we look at each other and wonder, perhaps openly, "why won't you look at this?"