when i fart it is cool. when you fart it is gross or creepy.

when i pick my nose it is cool. when you pick your nose it is disgusting and gross.

now i can’t claim to have a particularly higher grade or haute couture brand of gas or snot… i mean i’d like to think that, but i’m pretty sure it’s the garden variety type… so there has to be something else going on here… and i suspect it is a matter if contextual perspective.

because it is me, i am okay with it…

which is very similar to sin… my sin not so bad, yours pretty gross, disgusting and unacceptable…

i imagine as long as i view life like that i will see myself as better than you.
i will see my sin as less needing attention and dealing with and speaking out and walking away from.
i will think yours hurts me a lot more than mine hurts you.

and probly a bunch more, but that’s enough to work at for starters.

practically it plays out differently because i can just make sure i am all alone when i engage in fart and snot and be able to be okay with it because it is mine…

my sin however, is a complex entanglement of private and public, internal and external, obvious and creatively subtle and i suspect is never solely mine.

that is all.