Everyone should visit Elvis Presley’s home, Graceland, in Memphis, TN. It is a laboratory in human mythology and emotion.
Every day, dozens of tour buses roll in. You take a number and wait for a guided tour through the somewhat modest house. There are rooms displaying awards he received and his many costumes. For an additional fee, you can walk through his airplane.
At the end of the tour are the graves of himself and his parents. Piles of flowers are placed there every day, and, I suppose, taken to the city dump every night. There are several restaurants and gift shops.
To me, the Graceland experience is to observe how religions get started. Someone’s life is made into something bigger than it ever was. Then, if stories start circulating about supernatural things he did, we’re off and running. There are already stories Elvis came back to life.
It’s still early since Elvis died. With the passing of years, and, when it suits someones selfish purposes, miraculous stories about Elvis could make him into a diety.
There is one baseball player quoted more often than any other, Yogi Berra. He is quoted as saying all kinds of things that fit his colorful character perfectly. The problem is, he says he never said most of them.
In the Bible are quotes from Jesus. None of the writers knew him. He quotes are longer and more flamboyant in the Book of John, written later, than in the gospels written closer to when he lived. One has to doubt Jesus said those things.
Religions are made of manufactured myths and human emotions.