What good is a symbol without meaning? Without it, it’s just a shell.
People always speak of divinity and providence and Amazing Grace thinking it requires nothing of them.
They worship methodically, hypocritically: “Our Father who art thou in heaven—or the confessional booth—forgive me for I have sinned (and I’m gonna do it again).
Selfish, inane, insincere displays of regret to avoid a non-existent realm of eternal, infernal punishment.
And what’s the hallmark of these ones without principles to guide them?
They have a meaningless plight.
The chaotic choreography of their lives will spiral them into nothing.
It’s such a senseless, unnecessary tragedy.
Borne of being irreverent to the extreme and Highest Power.
But my fingers and heart are uncrossed; there’s no need for them to be as I’ve never been one for resting on luck and credulity anyway.