Irony and I feel for you deeply. You talk with such conviction of certainty. Consistently. I grant that. Yet you have hitched your wagon to torment. Total depravity. Arbitrary grace. I feel for you deeply. Bipolar torment. For if it is truly arbitrary and works don’t work you are stuck. You don’t know. You can’t know. You can incant the reassuring things you incant. You can talk with such conviction of certainty. But you are tormented with not knowing. Doubt is deep. Fear is steep. So you join up with the likeminded. You experience strength in numbers. As long as you all have the “other” who is not saved you convince yourself you feel more secure. As long as the depraved stay outside the circle. [Except when they accept]. But that can’t be thought through. That doesn’t follow. In any case all of that is doing. Incantation is doing. Joining up is doing. Banding together and ‘circling the wagons’ against the depraved is busy doing. Anyway aren’t all depraved? But you have accepted! But even the acceptance. That is a doing. Acts. Axe. “Works”. So turn to conviction of certainty again. It has served well so far. Or is it conviction in court for depravity? You don’t know. And the stakes are so high. The stakes are so high because you hitched your wagon to those who insist upon such terminal high stakes as a final solution. You all created those stakes. Bound the rules tightly. High and steep. Irony and I feel for you deeply. I am a prayer for you to wake up. But you hate woke. Torment. Irony and I feel for you deeply.