There once was an emperor who was very vain.
One day, two clever, very quick-witted fellows arrived in the imperial city announcing that they were professional tailors, and, that they had discovered the most luxurious, finest thread ever known to mankind; thread with which they could spin the finest, rarest clothing that only the most refined could appreciate…at a hefty price, of course. The town was a buzz with excitement.
The vain emperor heard of the tailors’ rare thread and summoned them to the palace. The tailors quickly convinced the emperor, using very complicated, sophisticated, tailor terminology, that no other tailor in the world could spin a finer suit of clothing for him than they.
The tailors worked furiously in a closed-door room for days, making all kinds of impressive grunts and other sounds as they spun their spinning wheels and sliced and sliced with their specialized scissors. Finally, a week later, the royal suit was finished! The emperor was called to the dressing room to try on his new clothes. The two tailors handed the emperor a beautifully wrapped package and asked him to step into the fitting room while they dressed him in his new suit. The emperor removed his old clothing, and watched as the tailors opened the box. With great fan fare the two men pulled objects out of the box, one after another, asking the emperor to push his arm through here, and to stick his leg through there…but the emperor saw nothing coming out of the box! The tailors then asked the emperor to stand in front of the mirror and tell them what he thought of his new, rare, very luxurious clothing.
The emperor stepped in front of the mirror…and gasped! He was completely naked. He could not see one stitch of clothing on him!
“How dreadful!” he thought to himself. “If I say that I see nothing they will think me unrefined and lacking in the latest style and taste.” “It’s exquisite!” he proclaimed to the delight of our clever, slick-tongued tailors.
The emperor ordered that all his court assemble in the Great Hall so that he could parade his new suit of clothing in front of everyone. However, when he stepped into the hall accompanied by the tailors, there was a audible gasp from the entire assembly.
“My god! The emperor is buck naked! I can’t see one stitch of clothing on him,” thought each adult present. “But if I say that, everyone else will think that I am unrefined and lacking in good taste and knowledge of the latest styles.”
“Gorgeous!” “Splendid!” “Amazing!” they all cried.
However, as the emperor reached the half way point in the great hall, one small child stepped out from behind his mother’s dress and shrieked, “The Emperor is naked! He’s not wearing any clothes!”
“Why you stupid, silly child!” exclaimed the tailors. “You obviously have no training in the world of suit-making and fine thread! We have extensive training and very difficult to obtain degrees from the finest institutions of cloth making in the world. In addition, we have many, many famous scholars and experts who we can quote who confirm our conclusions regarding the exquisite quality of our thread. Yes, it is invisible to the common man…or child, but to those who take the time to thoroughly study thread, and are willing to expand their minds with sophisticated, philosophical theories regarding the properties of thread, then and only then will one see that the Emperor’s clothing is the finest in the world!”
“There’s no such thing as invisible thread!” said the child, as she ran off to the courtyard to play.
Moral: There is no such thing as invisible thread, and, the bodies of dead Jewish prophets cannot be reanimated…except in children’s tales and science fiction flicks.