[undated]
They are offended by the word sin now.
They prefer softer language. “Mistakes.” “Trauma.” “Context.”
Context is the refuge of the coward.
A man today said he cheats because “everyone does.” He said it proudly, like a defense. The room nodded. That nod is civilization collapsing one inch at a time. No fire. No scream. Just agreement.
They want forgiveness without confession.
They want absolution without change.
Everywhere I look I see people anesthetizing themselves. Screens. Pills. Sugar. Noise. Endless noise. Silence terrifies them because silence asks questions. Silence remembers.
They confuse kindness with avoidance. They confuse love with permission. They confuse empathy with surrender. The result is a world where nothing is corrected because nothing is allowed to be named.
If everything is understandable, then nothing is wrong.
If nothing is wrong, then nothing matters.
I am told this makes me extreme.
Extremity is simply clarity in a world addicted to blur.
I write because forgetting is dangerous. Because repetition sharpens truth. Because memory must be disciplined. They let themselves forget yesterday’s outrage so they can consume today’s comfort.
I will not forget.
They think punishment is cruelty. They do not understand punishment is instruction. A lesson that cannot be ignored. Pain is the only language they have not yet corrupted.
They will say I am sick. They will say I am cruel. They will say I am worse than what I condemn.
They always say that.
What they never say is: we were wrong.
Someone has to be willing to carry that weight. Someone has to be willing to be hated. If that makes me alone, so be it. Truth has always been lonely.
This is not madness.
This is necessity.
Devotion Without Witness 