Shall my only victory be available in conscience?
Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence?
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them,
And make them without excuse

Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I, realizing that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective