The Tower of Babel, God's-eye view. |
Noah’s boys had a lot of
children, and over the next couple of centuries they constructed all of
civilization on the Fertile Crescent.
Among Noah’s grandchildren was Shem’s boy, named Nimrod, who, perhaps
driven by the trauma of having such an unfortunate moniker, was driven enough
to be the first king, setting up shop in Babel.
“We’re proud to be
Babelonian,” said these people, who were caught up in a patriotic fervor. They set out to build a tower that reached
the heavens, somehow afraid that if they didn’t have such a tower, their unity
would come apart. God came down from the
heavens to see what was going on. “This
unity is a problem,” God said. “I need
to do something about that. United, they
can accomplish anything, and I don’t want that.
Probably better that they don’t.”
So God invented new languages, splitting up the groups, rendering them
unintelligible to one another. The
people couldn’t comprehend one another, so they appeared to just babble on and
babble on, which is why this country came to be known as Babylon.
Oh, and the tower never got
finished.
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