Sin

You want a definition of sin. I cannot give you one. Definitions are made of words; sin to is a word, but what it points to is not a word. It’s something real. And analog reality always slips through the dialectic of digital language. I cannot give you a net of words to satisfy you. And this is itself an eruption of sin. The evidence I can give you of the reality of sin this just this: that there is no reason on earth, but for sin, that humanity cannot care for everyone earth holds. All the people, all God’s creatures. There is wealth enough, food enough, there are resources enough for everyone alive and everyone yet unborn. We know how to do what we need to do to grant a good life to all people, to ensure all people are loved and cared for, that no one goes without, no one starves, no one is murdered by the state in war. But we do not. We never have nor will. Sin is the blanket term for all that determines this state of being, though other words are useful as well when dealing with particulars. The Will to Power is a phrase that captures some of this territory.

The command, the only command, is to love. Sin is every failure to fulfill that singular command. Say what you want, think what you want, believe what you can. Sin is what it is even if God isn’t what you were told, even if there is no God.