God gives us a coloring book and we keep trying to color outside of the lines. Then we get mad that the pictures aren't pretty.
The essence of sin is the setting up of our own personal realities, which contradict the reality He has given us. Our own private worlds, in which we can be lazy, greedy, ravenous, adulterous; where we can molest children, seduce women and marry our gay lovers; where we can feel good about ourselves by worshipping an idol that approves of all of these things - our own private worlds are by their very natures Unreal, and thus sterile - dead ends, miserable lonely corners of an unfurnished house, dry awful and empty.
And this is what I've learned in the past two months.
Our Lady of Victory, pray for us.