He is. He was given an answer. He then proceeded to the "how many angels can dance on the head of pin, and does it change if they are clog dancing" part of the program.
Nope. Not Going there.
Ériu - the last land under the Lord's lightIn the fifth century after the death of Our Lord, the first of His apostles arrived to our shores, in the time our fair isle was known by the name of Hibernia to the Romans. The greatest of them, Saint Patrick, had once been a slave in the island, but returned to bring word of God's love to the people who had made him suffer. He baptised thousands and ordained them as Christian leaders. The sons of Irish kings became monks and the daughters became nuns, building the beautiful monasteries that dot the island and where they could contemplate the Grace of God.
In these monasteries, the monks and nuns created their communities, became closer to the Lord and copied His Word time and time again, recording the sacred writings and the lives of His saints, so that their deeds and ways would never be forgotten. Living away from mundane life and the wars, destruction and chaos that it brought, the Celtic Christians became faithful guardians of the sacred knowledge of the ancient, while the rest of the lands, with weaker-willed Christians and political intrigues, all fell, one by one, to the darkness.
The fall of the Romans led many men to sin, and allowed heathens to roam freely through the sacred lands of the Empire and destroy the Word of the Lord they detested. In Britannia, the Celtic Christians were abandoned by their Roman overlords and left to be enslaved by the Saxon invaders, who destroyed the churches and brought their idols of Wotan to be worshipped in that island. Our brethren either fled to our lands, where we received them warmly, or battled for the light of the Lord not to be extinguished from their land. And although they fought bravely, pestilence fell upon them, killing those who survived the wars. The Saxons now control all of the island, and the Word of God has been all but forgotten.
In Gallia, once a most Christian land, our Celtic brethren too saw themselves conquered by invaders, the Franks who, despite allowing themselves to be baptised, were never as truly Christian as the Gauls had been. Once their line of Kings and Mayors perished in battles against the Berbers to the East and the Saxons to the West, their realm was conquered and the Christian faith died in that land as well. Hispania, Africa and Italia, all lands butchered by the Goths and Vandals, would fall prey to the heathen and would forget their faith and their language. They even forgot how to write and read the ancient documents of their ancestors. In these dark days, the Latin language and text is only understood in our island. The Romans have been forgotten and their cities stand ruined. Their ancient knowledge forever lost, kept safe only in the archives of our monasteries.
We sent our missionaries far and wide, into the world our books tell us about, the Christendom of days past, desperately seeking, in the darkness of the world, for brethren surviving, holding to the Lord's light. To the Churches of Asia we sent missionaires, only to find them in ruins, and the lands of the Greeks conquered by heathen Slavs, the language and writing of the Greeks forgotten. In the Holy Land, the memory of Our Lord has been forgotten. Jerusalem no longer stands, and the location of the Holy Sepulchre is now lost forever.
The only brethren we found were scattered to the winds; our missionaries found, in the deserts of Lybia, those who remain of the Desert Fathers, who once created cities out of the desert devoted to Christian piety, but who are now but a shadow of their former selves, growing older and their herd thinning, as no new followers come to continue the works of the saints.
Our missionaries continue to roam the world, searching for Christian brethren, but finding very few, very spread out, and they themselves with no great hopes to give us. Often the heathen kings and traders who receive us tell us tales of faraway kingdoms to the East where the light of God still shines, which we suspect are the survivors of the Christians of Saint Thomas, but who always seem to be a mountain or sea away from the farthest of our missions. We lose hope of finding another Christian nation over this wretched Earth.
We are afraid that our island too may not remain under the Lord's light for long. The time for our nation may be coming soon. From across the seas to the east of Britannia come new heathens, sailing ships of ashwood, who threaten our island and our people, and attempt to settle in our shores. We attempt to resist them, but we fear they are too strong and that, without anyone to help us in our darkest hour, we shall falter and our nation too shall fall prey to them.
We send this missive as a cry for help. We have paid the merchants at the last ports we reached to share them in the lands we have not had the change to visit, in the hopes they may encounter Christians there to whom the knowledge of brethren in the west may serve of comfort. We may now never have the opportunity to continue our missions. If this missive falls into the hands of a follower of Christ in a Christian kingdom, we ask that you send even if a messenger alone to tell us of your existence. Our island is to the west of Britannia, which itself is to the north of Gallia, beyond the mountains from Italia.
If you find this message and attempt to find your brethren in our island, but find it too devoid of Christians, taken over by the heathens, our monasteries crumbled and our faith forgotten, do not fear. Centuries ago, our apostle Brendan has sailed westward across the Ocean Sea, and he has found the Isles of the Blessed, where the saints live. As it becomes clear this world will no longer be the province of the Christian Lord, our devout have decided it is best the last Christians too forfeit this world, rather than fall into the darkness of losing our faith.
As we send this missive, ships are built along our western shores, and families are sent to the Isles of the Blessed where they'll join the saints, never to return. The last ship from this Earth shall sail with the messengers who delivered this letters to the hands of the merchants at the ports at the end of the world. If your messenger doesn't reach our Christians in time, sail to the west and meet us among the saints. We will be praying for your souls.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen
Florentius, Archiabbas Hibernicorum, Anno Domini DCCCLVII
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Oh yeah I agree with you. It would be very implausible.
And I'm not saying West Virginia and Nickajack/Watauga/whatever without the civil war is implausible; the differences that caused those regions to take the Unionist side OTL would still exist, war or no war.
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