People often ask me for spiritual advice. One might suppose that I’d be flattered, but it’s actually a bit of a drag, especially in public restrooms. Even so, I always grab my petitioner’s hand, look him squarely in the eye, and tell him: You must watch Mad Max: Fury Road repeatedly for forty days and forty nights, and only then will you be ready to receive the cryptic knowledge, the gnosis, that will give your life meaning. It may seem passing strange that humanity must wait for the End of Days, as in an environmental apocalypse, to have the scales lifted from our eyes, but there it is. We don’t appreciate what we have until we’ve lost it. We must lose everything in order to discover the one important thing. And so religion asserts itself in the burnt-out ruin of the world. In writer-director George Miller’s Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), Immortan Joe is the warlord of a post-apocalyptic redoubt. He seems to be something of an L. Ron Hubbard...(Read Full Post)