now that's a thought. 'sin' as in 'missing the mark'...that makes sense,since i don't think there's much certainty in life. well,that's my two cents worth anyway!
Yeah, I'm not entirely sure what the The Rt Revd and Rt Hon The Lord Habgood PC (as Wikipedia says he should be called now) meant by that statement, but it does give me something to think about.
No, it hadn't. I don't actually think about certainty very often, except in mundane cases like, "How certain am I that the poop in the hallway is Melody's?" Or the last frost of spring... I'd totally lust after that certainty, for the sake of my tomatoes.
Or sin as in something that burdens or misdirects the soul. Perhaps a desire for certainty only becomes lust when it tempts one to deceive himself that there is more certainty than there is. ... Or perhaps I'm just tired. :-)
I do think there can be a corresponding lust for vagueness or uncertainty, where one convinces himself that something is less certain so that one doesn't have to commit to action.
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Sigh. I've become boring.
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I do think there can be a corresponding lust for vagueness or uncertainty, where one convinces himself that something is less certain so that one doesn't have to commit to action.
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