Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth/dispair, wrath, envy, pride
The ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ or should I put it the ‘7, Deadly, Sins’. The seven part is merely score keeping and nothing more, but the ‘Deadly’, which we usually skip over is more than just an adjective, it is a warning. What is it warning against? What do the Seven Deadly Sins lead to other than Hell itself.
‘Sin‘ is also a much miss understood word, particularly by those who grew up in a Christian based society.
In the biblical Hebrew, the generic word for sin is het. It means to err, to miss the mark. It does not mean to do evil.
So we miss the mark and end up in Hell. The strange thing about the Seven Deadly sins is that you’ll find that nearly all religions warn against them. They say that these Sins are not punished by God but are self punishing and thus the ‘Deadly’ part. Together they can form the basis for Hell, as Milton put it in ‘Paradise Lost’:
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven
What ‘mark’ are we missing? How do we avoid these crime to ourselves, which seem to be in our nature. Which every advertisement seems to appeal to. In which this base society only has eyes to cherish these things in us.
The answer to both these questions is understanding what the mark is and why we should strive to it. The mark is our dreams and ideals. Dreams don’t come from the baser part of ourselves, the animal, for animals have no dreams or goals or ambition. We are the only animals that change our environment, that change the world and that always starts in our heads or hearts or where ever you believe dreams come from.
Thus even the non-religions can sin against themselves. Of course if you have no dreams you can’t sin against them, but then your life becomes very basic, perhaps even futile.
I saw a guy tonight dresses in old, dirty pyjamas. His face looked old and saggy. Worn from whatever vice held him. He had that look in his eye that made you think it had slowly driven him crazy. Another street nut. The striking thing was that he had a grey parrot sitting on his shoulder. As he passed I saw that it had a red tail and was without restraints. It was such a startling juxtaposition that he suddenly seemed to be a beautiful man and the initial impression was instantly forgotten. It was as though he’d taken this inner beauty and wore it on his shoulder for the world to see.
Another surprise in the the city of surprises.