|October 19, 1998|
It is that through this flux, we move through the sins and virtues.
Exploring the fields of all with a curious mind for it is written in
flesh that we are the humans. In this earthly realm, striving to recount
the divinity that channels into us, the governing souls for these
vessels speed themselves up the undertow of this channel. Tasking
ourselves to encounter these sins and these virtues to challenge their
relation to the unity. As the concentrations of time and space recount
themselves upon us daily we ebb the union and flow with the union 'til
the point at which again we overflow. And at this apex the choices
offer. To death or to life. To challenge or to complacent. The power or
to impotence. The union realizes that our vessels carry us like the
chalice. The flower our life that slowly fills and blooms. To pollenate,
to distribute the many strands of the godhead onto themselves and weave.
Not to belittle the self with trivial pursuits in the sins and virtues.
These are of secondary importance adn should be left in the realms to
which they belong. Far be it for them to be lost in the ravings of
structure and efficiency, the virtues are heavenly and the sins are
deadly, but this is only what they are.
Forty-eight hours after I first offered to help readers of the Deadly Sins Homepage achieve the fame they so richly deserve by publishing tales of personal sin, I have received an astonishing number of responses: zero. None. Not one of the few hundred visitors who passed through the site felt such a burning desire for notoriety that they would send the intimate details of their sordid lives for voyeuristic public consumption in this space. Isn't that weird?
Is it possible that so few people are driven by the same self-aggrandizing Pride and Envious regard of celebrity that led me to create of the Tales of Sin and Virtue in the first place? Unlikely. More believable is that the public hasn't yet fully grasped the potential shot at greatness that is possible here. What I'm offering is the possibility to personally embody a Deadly Sin, just for sharing the dreadful details of your own tale of unholy transgression to me and several thousand other readers. Several thousand -- isn't that exciting? All you have to do is click here to email your personal story of sin for consideration. Naturally, evidence in the form of photo attachments of the sordid acts in question are immensely supportive to your case, but are not required. Anonymity is possible. Of course, the more horrifying the true tale, the more likely it is to be published. I'm sure that you're as pleased as I am at the irony: your shot at immortality is inexorably tied up in the peril in which you've placed your immortal soul. Remember that your submission may be seen by literally thousands of people, so watch that grammar and spelling!
In case I'm the only one who would consider venting my personal life in a public forum for cheap fame, I have a backup plan. Lately I've been feeling a little disconnected from my material, and needing to dip into the festering pools of sin to freshen up my thinking on good and evil. Having a basically happy life can really take the edge off, I'm noticing. Hence my brainchild, the upcoming Tour de Sin. 
This is an idea long overdue. With the occasional aid of dear friends, I'll seek out, locate, and roll around in the filth of the Seven Deadly Sins in the heart of my beloved city. You'll hear all about it in butt-puckeringly embarrassing detail. If you live in the Washington D.C. area, you could even recreate our path of iniquity. Current DC dwellers are particularly encouraged to offer guidance for where in the District we should go in search of the Deadly Sins.
I'm really looking forward to the Tour de Sin, and not just because it might offer an opportunity to behave very badly. It's one of those small ways we at the Seven Deadly Sins Homepage are building a vibrant online Community dedicated to sparking dialogue on Good, Evil, and the nature of sin and redemption. So pitch in, and don't forget to send in your disgusting tales of all the terrible things you've done.
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