Most of our stories now are, as far as I can see, a conflated muddle of half understood ideas mixed in with a huge amount of wishful thinking, a dangerous measure of untrammelled egotism and a hefty dose of nauseating sentimentality. I appreciate, of course,  that we all are subject to these elements some or most of the time in our own thinking but I think it pays to keep it all at a dull roar if possible. I am also aware that our brains live on the edge of chaos and that can be quite entertaining if you like that sort of thing. Anyway, what I am getting at is that I naturally have no time for the Easter story which I simply find impossibly disturbing. But it did occur to me after developing a fierce headache on Easter Monday that it could all be improved, and, indeed, made more plausible, by adding in some other stuff to the commercialism, the dogma, the primitive and the unutterably nonsensical.  My offering is parthenogenesis.