0053 I can get away with anything if I can find the right words. Call me a smooth talker.
Every one of us is infected with this potential. We are sinners before we are conceived. Let us not strain under the illusion that we can sort out the voluntary from the involuntary, knowledge from ignorance, or freedom from slavery. Speech-alone talk produces a privation rarely seen in the natural world. My spoken words can tell me whatever I want to hear.
0054 That is just the beginning.
My own self-justification3b seals my commitment2c to free-nihilation3c
I3c decide what makes sense3c, not the One Who Gives, Without Us Knowing Why3c.
Then, I expect3a someone else to agree1a with my blather2a.
0055 The sacrament of baptism contests this mystery of iniquity. Grace flows into human nature. A spiritual battle is already engaged before my arrival.