The poem behind my name:
*The life is in the blood, and in the red is breath,
     This is oxygen with iron; without it, only death.
*The crimson is from rust, metal in decay.
     In corruption, breath and life; destruction holds its sway.
*The life is human nature, so the blood is who we are;
     The essence of life is corruption, and sin is not too far.
*Our nature is disordered, and so Grace is a must.
     Helo me, LORD and God, for my blood is red with rust.
If anything is clear, I hope it is that our mortality is tied into our sin, which itself has become ingrained into us. To say more, I think I over-emphasized the connection between our sinful state and human nature--God does not create anything inherently evil.
My chosen name is deliberately paradoxical, conjoining a spiritual regenerative principle with our tendency to die. Such, I have found, is the essence of the Catholic faith.

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I still don't know how most of these weirdos found their way onto my timeline.