The NunBun, The Virgin Mary In The Grilled Cheese Sandwich And Other Silly Impressions

“…If The Beetles are more popular than Jesus, than The Virgin Mary hasn’t got a chance…”---Roger Dogma

It happens every few years, in fact for several years now this strange phenomena has been occurring and it gets stranger all the time; I can’t figure it out, but somehow or another, there’s two relatively new markets in the world for objects/stains that either have strikingly similar likenesses to religious figures or religious statues that appear to shed tears when no one is looking.

In the past there’s been the likeness of The Virgin Mary in a cheese sandwich, statues of Jesus or The Virgin Mary that appear as if they are crying, the image of The Virgin Mary in a tortilla, the salt stain beneath the Kennedy Expressway viaduct in Chicago that appears in a likeness of The Virgin Mary and then of course, there’s the infamous NunBun that was stolen on Christmas Day of this year from a display case inside Bongo Java, a coffeehouse in Nashville, Tennessee.

The NunBun is different from the others, as it bears likeness to the late Mother Teresa and even set a precedent when Mother Teresa said herself shortly before she passed away in 1997 that not only did she want her name on the cinnamon bun, but she didn’t want anyone making a buck off her good name, which is understandable.

But what is it with people these days looking for something that they can’t find, yet claim to find and make others believe in this hocus-pocus? Magicians used to perform We used to do that with clouds, whereas images or outlines of objects of people and things could be easily contrived or found within reason or perhaps it’s truth-stretching by just a touch.

Almost anybody can say they saw an image of a religious icon or a famous person within the confines of a processed piece of junk food or feces; it’s all relative, you know?

And come to think of it, I used to see the likeness of the late Doors singer Jim Morrison in the kitchen wall tiles of my parents old home address 5632 West South Park Avenue in Morton Grove, Illinois; if you don’t believe me, you should Mapquest it and then you really you ought to ring the doorbell of the relatively new occupants and ask them if you can see it.

Then of course, there’s the likeness of the late ex-Beatle John Lennon’s head I see outside my apartment window when I go to bed each night within the criss-crossing of trees across the alley.

That’s the trouble with these sorts of things; you can see whatever you like within the space of your mind, similar to the Rorschach inkblots. One sees what they like to see and then believe what they want to believe.

And the list goes forward, for those that believe that those images are real also probably believe that apparitions, ghosts, explained and unexplained and UFOs exist. I’m a believer, that’s for certain in ghosts, apparitions and UFOs, but those images imprinted in pastries and stains, is carrying it a little too far.

In fact, I’d venture to guess that those who believe in imprinted images are missing something within and what that is, only their God knows for certain.