|An idol is, before all things, a form of self-identification. False worship is, then, nothing more than an effort to imitate the wrong picture. There is no tyranny like a bad idea held as true.|
But how to know the difference? In an age of endless imagination, the particular power of the screen lies in making the present moment unthinkable. Until the show is over, reality is outside of the box.
Outside is a good place to start looking for answers. Inside is where the torment lurks.
If you find a spiritual well of oppression bubbling up from the abyss of your basement, you’d be mad not to plug it.
Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian