Had Augustine's trinitarian sins been more specified and clear, as say, megalo-manic rape & much massacre, we might have today a better ideaer of just whom the really bad bad-guys were. But like any reasonably adequate poem, probably the very reason it was sold as "ambiguous" and left entirely for judicial review, enforced by the soldiers, the good, proud & few, with the result that the merely clever have inherited the earth, an eye turned away from their militant machinations like a blind watch-maker incanting the always enchanting "Whatever!". We must now ask, "who was really the sociopath...the soldier, the cop or their marketing entrepreneuer?"
- Fornicate, from fornic for 'arch' or for 'vault', a euphamism for a brothel in Roman times because underneath the arch is where one could get hooked up. There is also Fornax, Latin for furnace, a constellation in the southern skies (and even in China, The White Tiger of the West and not its anteriorly regioned vagina), referencing heat, hearth and home useful to stellar navigators or the positioning of stelle – or standing stones – and harvesting grain for cooking some scones. In Roman mythology, Fornax was the goddess of hearth and baking. Her festival, the Fornacalia, was celebrated on or near 17 February. Like Autumnal Bach Ho in Vietnam or Bakyo in old Japan, Bacchus, formerly the Greeks' Dionysus, god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and ecstasy, the protector of those who do not belong to any conventional society and thus symbolizing all that's chaotic, unexpected, risky or free, (and elsewhere Diana or Cynthia in Eurozone forests, if we are to believe Sir James George Fraiser) is Rome's male counterpart running amock behind Saturnalia along with Sinn Féinically Gaelic Bealtaine, Scottish An Cèitean (from which the English derived the name Satan on analogy with saturn, planetary patron of the Nordic fire-starter, Surtr and his mutterspell kin) – but it's really the midpoint in the Sun's progress between the spring equinox and summer solstice – May day – which frightens the squeamish captains of industry and official regalia even to this day with its threatening strikes and/or spreading flames inviting not even what ever or for, but "let's do it again and again and then more".
- Idolitrate, from Greek, eidos – a 'form' or 'shape'. Consider the near isophony (same sound or proxima) of idol with ideal, 'a strict point of dogma', then the even greater sin and isophonism, idle - Old English for 'empty' or 'worthless' now meaning 'languid, relaxed or lazy'. Concerning the tripartite sin or sinning, the festive party is two thirds of the problem. Self-defense is the other for some. Bacchanalian maenaides regarded nothing as impious or criminal and their own popularity made them a threat to the Senate's authority. They "were allegedly characterized by maniacal dancing to the sound of loud music and cymbals crashing", rock & rollers one and all. Not much has changed but the back beat and call: superstitious, fractitious and up against the wall.
- Bloodshed is pretty self-explanatory, but the point at which it is sinful is always context-sensitive, the context being whether or no one is violently acting with or against institutionalised dogmatic forms (the gods) or the worthless, lazy and dis-ordered who leave only chance, pleasure and season to guide them. But if it looks good and is pleasant or succoring, how is tailing the object of one's eye a yielding to seduction or defending it a wantan destruction, as long as there's an option: change course with new winds, or rewrite the chorus and not get the bends?. How soon we forget that it was Zeus who first with slick-talk and trickery seduced Semele nee Selenee, moon-godess, earth-mother of young Dionesy and not for a moment or two visa-versee.
Lore related to many moon stations is one of the most interesting aspects of Asian Ethnoastronomy. Somewhat similar to Chinese but perhaps even more so, Japanese interpretations of these associations tended to revolve around agricultural needs and animistic views of nature. Unlike many Western myths and traditions, there were few if any perceptions in the myths of "active" god(s) creating or wreaking good or bad on the cosmos and/or humans. Rather, especially in Japan with its Shinto base, gods like the talismanic animals [four constellations] were seen as natural manifestations ... stars and celestial events were signs of change in season, life, politics, et al... perhaps most often portending "bad" but sometimes "good" as well.
Someone once said god is just an anagram for good, orderly direction, like the forward travels of a pentecostal penis. The multiple entendres derived from vaults and arches associated with female marine navigators (like Sheherazade) and mathematicians (remembering that Pythagorus' teacher was the school marm and sometime goddess, Arithmetica) sound astounding to patrilineal reckoning and their sidereal sidekicks with science degrees who think their pineal is dead, atrophied.
Some say the first Iron Aged anarchists were actually patriarchists with womb-envy fighting against the matristic and vaulted mothers who femed the arks by plotting the arches of stars, ending down South with a bloody clash called Titanomachy and in the Nordic north, the war between the Aesir and Vanir (for Venus, it seems). It was a particularly difficult task to wean the menfolk from wanting to stand as pillars to the great vaults and arches and consanguineal dreams. Like Atlas, carrying the world on his shoulders, is said to have been feted for punishment for succombing to succcoring seductions in attempting to off the old man's theocrastatistical state. Might it have been that the four pillars (sometimes six or eight, or even twelve in Southwestern Great Kivas) holding up the heavenly vault were only metaphors for metaterranean cultures just like houseposts against the godly patriarchs, and why had the Africans painted their ceilings sky blue, even when it wasn't clouding or crowding, and homesick ones invented the blues and the great Mama Wata, Maenaidic Mermaid is still thought of fondly yet witches still burn for unofficial forcasts or talk out of turn, an abnormal rendition to those with no clue?
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