Holy Bible. I feel ashamed how you’ve been misunderstood. You’ve given us the wood but no one knows how to build the building the way they should. Killing. Rampant murder and sinning. What’s crooked can’t be made straight. I read that in Ecclesiastes around chapter 8. The human experience has been mutilated, transformed in to something unnatural, and adulterated. I can walk away from a spiritual lifestyle, bastardized, in effect, because it forsook its Father. Unpunished. But I fall to my knees. Giving up. It is not my battle.