Hello Stargazer, Andrei here. Wanna know what the greatest sin of all is? Then make sure to read every word of this email to its very end, because I'll tell you what the WORST sin ever is... ...and what you MUST do to save your soul today! But first I must confess, I’ve fallen behind. When Rachel wrote you last month, promising that I would follow-up with an email a day later… …I’m sure you didn’t suspect that it would be well over a month that you would hear from me with that follow-up. Perhaps it has something to do with all of 2025's outer planet movement (Neptune into Aries, Uranus into Gemini)… …or maybe it's because we live in a fallen world where we must first face the vicissitudes of life BEFORE we can face our eternal soul… …but in 2025, I have had one helluva of a time getting anything done on time—and don’t get me STARTED about getting ANYTHING started! Can you relate? But if God is good and His grace abundant, then perhaps we shall see that all things happen in due course on divine time. *Looks at watch.* And whadya know?! Mercury is still in retrograde, so what better time than now to get caught up on what fell behind. Say, that reminds me of a joke I once heard… Three tomatoes are walking down the street: a papa tomato, a mama tomato, and baby tomato.
Baby tomato starts lagging behind and poppa tomato gets really angry, goes back and squishes him, and says...
Ketchup!
By way of a quick catch-up, let's take a look at where we've been:
So while Rachel readies herself to tell the tale of how she faced off with the 7 Deadly Sins of Doing What You Love for a Living... …my job is to provide theological and philosophical background detail on the nature of sin. And herein lies the burning heart of my confession. For should you humor me for a moment and suspend all witchy disbelief and heretical disposition… …and imagine it just might be possible that the Judeo-Christian creation narrative told in the Book of Genesis might be more than a made up story about a mean old sky fairy… …then you might find that when read beyond its literal sense, Genesis contains cosmological truths vital to existence. Genesis teaches us that sin isn’t why we’re here—but that it is what got us here in the first place. The Genesis narrative is where it all began—it's where this fallen world took its first sigh. The first chapter of Genesis establishes the rubric of creation. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness
The phrase 'it was good' is repeated six times in the first chapter of Genesis. The final verse concludes the chapter by saying:
And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.
And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.
We were made by the good, for the good, to be good. And we were created in the image of God—to be at one with all that is good. When Genesis writes that we were created in the image of God, it's not saying that we were made to look like God—but to be like God. And when you take this view, you see that our basic nature is to live in harmony with our Divine Creator, who is fundamentally good. In Garden of Eden, at the dawn of creation, Adam and Eve were at one with their Divine Creator—with all that is good. They were created out of all that is good, to be at one with all that is good. But they tested the Creator's good will when they ate of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge—and they came to know evil. But just because our original ancestors knew evil doesn’t necessarily mean they understood evil. St. Augustine said that evil was not a substance (or something) but privatio boni or the privation of good that ought to be (nothing). Look at it this way. A rock wasn't intended to see—so it's not evil that a rock should be blind. The eye, on the other hand, was intended to see. But when that eye is deprived of sight, you could say that's how you see evil: as the deprivation of sight in the eye. And just as a blind person isn't inherently evil, yet their sight is deprived of its very nature... ...a soul that sins isn't innately evil, but suffers from the deprivation good. Sin severs the soul from the good grace of the Creator—it separates you from you basic nature, to be at one with all that is good. And this is the most fundamental way you can understand sin: not as an external moral judgment, but an internal act of division that severs you from the source of divine creation. Sin is that which cuts you off from your Creator... ...and Original Sin isn’t a crime we inherited from our primeval ancestors, but the first sin that originated the existence of our fallen world of impounded automobiles, landlord disputes and missed deadlines. There's an uncanny resonance with the lessons of Genesis in the opening dialogue of Quentin Tarantino's debut film Reservoir Dogs. Tarantino casts himself in the character of Mr. Brown, who opens the film with a soliloquy about how Madonna's “Like a Virgin” is about... “...a girl who digs a guy with a big dick.” ...and proceeds to share with unapologetic vulgarity all the lurid details of this young lady’s sexual history, declaring her to be a...
...regular fuck machine—I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
But now she find that the sheer size and girth of her latest partner’s sexual organ too much to bear...
...and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever—Pain.
...when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time.
You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin.
Hence, 'Like a Virgin.'
To make sense of this monologue, forget moralistic judgments of purity culture and focus solely on the interior logic of sex. We are born virginal, without sexual experience; once sexual experience is gained, by definition virginity is lost. You cannot be a virgin who has sex. If there is sex to be had, there is virginity to be had not. It is the same with our fallen world. Our original condition was to be like a virgin at one with divine creation. But to exist in the world you see before you is to be inherently separated from that divine creation. And when sin becomes constant in your life—I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin... ...you further divide yourself off from original unity. You become a regular fuck machine—a mechanical animal. Sin turns you into a machine of basic instinct that distances you from the holy light that created you, further and further than when you got here. Anyone who has faced or is currently facing addiction understands this innately. Regardless of the object of your addiction (drugs, alcohol, food, sex, video games, shopping, etc.)... ...you know there comes a point that your addiction rips you apart from your basic nature. Addiction divides body from soul so that you are indistinguishable from the beasts of the field. When Tarantino’s regular fuck machine feels the pain of virginity, the encounter must be understood beyond the literal sense. Because the pain she feels is not just a stabbing between her legs... ...but a piercing of the heart—an immolation of the ego that cuts away creature from Creator. She experiences a conversion of life, a return to original unity, and a resurrection of her basic nature. For it is as St. Augustine wrote: “You made us to love you, and our hearts cannot rest until they find peace in you.” When you feel the pain that reminds you of what it was once like to be a virgin, you find your creativity at peace in original unity. That is when your art is made in praise of the Creator of all that is, rather than edifying the algorithm. It's when the work of your hands builds the tabernacle of your heart’s rest. This is why we decided to write an email series on the 7 Deadly Sins of Doing What You Love For a Living. Because Rachel and I know what it's like when you stop doing what you love so that you can make a living doing it. St. Augustine said that the essence of sin is disordered love. Anything that is good by nature becomes evil when it becomes your highest priority. When you love what doesn't matter at the expense of what truly does, then your soul becomes disordered—or divided from original unity. That's how addiction is born—when behavior becomes so compulsory that it cuts you off from your basic nature. So if you know how it feels when your God-given gifts and natural love for your craft... ...gets twisted into an addiction to hustle culture's 10x dopamine boost of likes, shares, launches and countdown timers... ...and you long for nothing more than to feel that pain of what it was once like to be a virgin... ...then you are going to love Rachel's upcoming series on the 7 Deadly Sins of Doing What You Love for a Living. Stay tuned because Rachel is up next with her battle against the sin of wrath... ...when she tells you what happens when the addiction to vengeance separates you from your desire for justice... ...and turns your creative drive into a cold-hearted killer that leaves a bloodbath in its wake. But before we go, didn't I promise to tell you about the greatest sin of all—and what you MUST do to atone for it? That's right—the worst sin of all is not tipping your creator.​ Look, I get it. We're short on staff. Service was slow. You only got your coffee filled three times instead of six. But content creation is the number one occupation of college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically anyone with two masters degrees can get and make a living on. The reason is because of our tips. Don't be like Mr. Pink—and don't separate yourself from THIS creator! If you got something out of this email that you know for fact you weren't going to find anywhere else... ...then before you go, take a moment to leave us a tip!​ Much Love, P.S. Was this email too long for your busy day? No worries—I've got you covered. Because I put together an 80s Madonna x 90s nostalgia mixtape for your listening pleasure. Take this mix on the go and sing along to all your favorite Madonna songs AND 90s alt rock hits so you get all those big ideas ideas we explored in this email deep into your soul. For it is as St. Augustine said, "To sing is to pray twice." Imagine if Rachel and I had a sleepover in 1995 and my mom let us rent Quentin Tarantino movies and stay up all night playing our favorite CDs. That's EXACTLY how this mix feels. ​Listen now.​ P.P.S. Forget to leave a tip?! It's all good, boss, 'cause I've got your back! Just click the button below so you can tip your content creator today.
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