The desacralization of the world is the cause of the seven deadly sins. Without the water of the sacred, corrupted, material aims are able to pull up the roots of our intentions from the parched soil.
The acts of goodwill that would build an independent sense of value become acts of vanity in exchange for external praise.
The pride of knowing ourselves as vast eternal space contorts to overinflation as we try to contain the universe within our small egoic selves.
The wrath meant to cut through the bramble of confusion, when removed from the source, becomes hostility at a world we are cut off from.
The abundance of interconnection, the sense that we are all one, is reduced to a gluttonous determination to consume the world.
The love that would behold the beauty of all, now blind to the lover’s own beauty, burns in envy.
The bounty of resources—sky, earth, soil, seed—hijacked by production, produces a feeling of eternal dissatisfaction, a greed that can never be assuaged.
The holy sex that would make us one with the maker, becomes a lust that drives us out of the maker’s reach.