The thing I’m having the most trouble acclimating to in this Brave New World is the new face of sin. I’m not that old, but I am all the same versed in the old norms and taboos of our formerly Christian culture. But those old classifications of sin have been replaced by new, sexier definitions – chrome plated so they’re rust and logic resistant. Granted, the chrome doesn’t really remove logic, but in a world without logic it’s logical to think it does, don’t you agree?
These days you’re scorned for driving your SUV down the same road that barely clothed men prance upon to music and applause. Something about car exhaust being more polluting than fornication on parade, I think. So to absolve ourselves we fork over for our secular indulgences. Mustn’t forget to pay your carbon tax, taken from you for the remission of all your sins of emission.
The Bible pronounces woe on those who call evil “good” and good “evil”, dark “light” and light “dark”. When we find a country so opposed to the honesty of yesteryear, when sweet was still sweet and bitter was still bitter – as ours is – one does get the impression that there’s a limited shelf life on this whole thing. After all, there usually is some kind of expiration date involved when the flavors in your pantry start to transmute into their opposites.
We find ourselves in a culture seeking to classify its beating heart as a vestigial organ, and which is lobbying on those grounds to have it surgically removed. You don’t have to work in a hospital to know how that case is going to end. Though, I admit, with Obamacare it didn’t stand much of a chance in the first place.