When You’re “Stuck in the Past,” You Have the Ability See the Future: A Lanagan Exegesis of the Entire Bible

Daily writing prompt
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

Most people read the Bible as a book about perfect people. I read it as a book written by imperfect people trying to make sense of their world — and that distinction changes everything.

I’m not interested in moral fables or inspirational stories. I’m interested in patterns. In the way humans behave under pressure. In the way we repeat ourselves across centuries. In the way our instincts refuse to evolve even as our tools do.

The Bible is relevant today not because it’s holy, but because it’s honest.

It’s a record of people who were scared, jealous, impulsive, hopeful, territorial, confused, trying to survive, trying to understand God, and trying to understand each other. They weren’t writing from a mountaintop. They were writing from the dirt. And that’s why the text still maps onto us.

Human behavior hasn’t changed in thousands of years.

We’ve built cities, cars, networks, and now AI — but the internal machinery is the same. The same insecurities. The same power struggles. The same scarcity thinking. The same tribal instincts. The same need to be right. The same fear of being wrong.

When I look at the world — geopolitics, social media, traffic, interpersonal conflict — I don’t see modern problems. I see ancient ones with better lighting.

This is why I don’t waste time imagining a future where people “behave better.” They won’t. They never have. They never will. The Bible is proof of that, not because it’s pessimistic, but because it’s accurate.

My exegesis isn’t about morality. It’s about anthropology.

I read Scripture the same way I read a city, a rehearsal room, a highway, or a political moment: What are the incentives? What are the pressures? What are the fears? What are the patterns?

People behave the way they do because they’re human — not because they’re good or bad. And once you accept that, the world becomes legible.

This is why I trust systems more than sentiment.

Humans don’t change. Systems do.

That’s why I believe the future of driving is AI. Not because people will suddenly become considerate, but because they won’t be allowed to be aggressive. The system will remove the behavioral pathways where our worst instincts cause harm.

It’s the same logic that underlies biblical law, urban planning, and modern technology: if you can’t change people, change the environment they operate in.

Lanagan Exegesis, in one line:

Human nature is constant. Human behavior is predictable. The only variable worth engineering is the system around us.

That’s how I read the Bible.
That’s how I read the world.
That’s how I read us.


Scored with Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.

Honestly, My Situation Right Now

How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

When Supergrover emoted, she gave me two things. The first is closure. The second is the ability to work toward our goals now that all the cards are on the table. It has been a hard row to hoe when she’s only given me the flop, keeping the turn and the river in front of me, out of my reach. This is because all five cards had been revealed before, and they weren’t cards we could put back in the deck.

It reminds me of Plants vs. Zombies, if you’ve ever played that video game. The second time you go through the levels, Crazy Dave picks out three seed packets that are at random, but they’re locked and you can’t remove them- you have to hope that you win based on what you bring to the game.

We have nine seed packets, and three of them are locked. It’s an even better analogy, because Michaels is holding the flop, the turn, and the river because I fucked up. If there’s anything that made me fail, it was me. For Supergrover to say that this is all her fault is ridiculous. If I hadn’t been an asshole, none of this would have happened.

Full stop.

I have been saying that ad nauseam on my blog, not going after her. The constant feedback that I get from my readers is that I am way too goddamn hard on myself. I have never once heard “you’re too hard on her.”

Not once, ever in my life.

But, if people had said that, I wouldn’t have deflected, either. I would have said that they didn’t know the whole story, and that they couldn’t know what went on behind closed doors, and they never would. So, they have to put a lot of faith in me that I am not being too hard on myself, that I own 50% of the problem. Don’t treat me as innocent here, because I’m not.

Meeting Supergrover changed the course of my life for all the right reasons, and we both feel guilty about rushing into this relationship because it wasn’t a problem we thought through together. If we had, we could have avoided a lot of turmoil later on.

I said, “do you think I write about you just for shits and giggles? No, this is my very real inner monologue.” What I didn’t remind her of yet again is how much it takes to be this vulnerable. That I shake and cry through some of these entries, that it’s hard to get my feelings out and yet absolutely essential.

And then I told her what I was really writing and why I was writing it that way. I hope she’s shocked out of her mind, because I think I won this hand.

I just hope she, like me, doesn’t move the goalposts and say my response should have been happier. Because we’ve both been doing it to each other for a very long time.

When we don’t open up to each other, we are no better than we were before. It’s just going to keep being a toxic mess. When we put up walls, we don’t fulfill our purpose in each other’s lives, why it’s always been just her and me. That sometimes it’s nice to have that “stranger on a train” feeling where you can just dump anything and let the other respond to it.

That feeling is exactly why it’s not incumbent upon her to give of herself and her time. I am not asking for more than she wants to give. I think we’d be great comic foils, and have a ton of fun no matter what our relationship looks like in the future.

For instance, I don’t like the lines in this blog where I flip her shit. I’m not as funny as she is, so basically it’s “I set ’em up, you knock ’em down.” I like the response better than I’ve ever liked anything I’ve said. I have gotten a touche once in the history of our relationship, and I cannot tell you what that line was, but I came in Kings full over Aces.

We set each other up to fail. Badly.

But now I can either start moving away from her comfortably, or moving toward her with peace and grace. No matter how she feels about me, I’ll always be hers.

It’s just up to her to see which way we’ll go, because I don’t know whether she’ll understand why I’m doing what I’m doing or not. But like it or not, the important part is that she heard my thu’um instead of my whisper.

And whispered back that I wasn’t on the wrong track.

She’s just hurt and tired….. with me waiting to kiss her boo-boos exactly the way she kissed all mine 10 years ago. I have Bactine, Band-Aids, lollipops, the whole works.

Because our failure set me up for success.