The sinful mind at Bay, February 12th, 2024, a bunch of tightly woven thoughts with no connecting phrases in between them.

Sometimes no verb either.

Cornelius Van Til used to write about integration downward into the void.

Spiritually insightful people knew what he was talking about, but now, with the events of the last five years, all of us should know what he was talking about.

But in the final stages, before we disappeared down into the sinkhole of the abyss,

our blind seers and our blinkered pundits will continue to tell us that the economy is picking

up, that the border is secure, and that men are way better at chest feeding than women.

The fundamental choice is always between Christ or chaos.

But that is not how the choice initially presents itself.

The madness begins when fallen man first asserts that there's any aspect of reality whatever

that is independent of the sovereign and absolute decree of God.

After he makes this fatal choice, he looks around and feels vindicated.

The sky is still blue, the grass is still green, objects still fall to the ground at 9.8 meters per second squared, and women are still

nicer to look at than men are.

He does not recognize that the imbecility he has chosen does not happen all at once, as though

someone flipped a breaker, but comes on gradually by tiny

increments such that he can always reassure himself that all is still well.

Then one day he passes the point of no return, sins against the Holy Ghost, and embraces the darkness.

Evil, be thou my good.

Even the women, and in some cases, especially the women.

Never have so many thought to echo the clear-eyed madness of Lady Macbeth and all at the same time.

Come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts on sex me here and fill me from the crown to the

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