The beast for me is greed. Whether you read Dante, Swift, or any of these guys, it always boils down to the same thing: the corruption of the soul.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
What is man without the beasts? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit.
The destiny of man is in his own soul.
Greed has taken the whole universe, and nobody is worried about their soul.
Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.
The Bible is filled with intriguing stories about complex and flawed human beings who ponder immense moral questions and engage in colossal clashes with evil.
Evil has no substance of its own, but is only the defect, excess, perversion, or corruption of that which has substance.
Writing is the beast unto itself.
I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.
The devil is busy and trying to distort and adulterate the things that are the pure essence of God.
Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.
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