grace is life. but there is a burden to forgiveness. to the one who forgives i owe nothing, for i own nothing, and the gift is unconditional.
yet there is something that i am bound to give, which i am not. to sin because of grace is the worst rationalization of man. to say, “it will not hurt me, and i will be forgiven in any case”, is not only false, it is hurt to my forgiver.
what a backwards and despicable and ensnaring and insidious lie.
nai télfu stavéma, náwo
listening to: the silence of my own finitude.
