Fallen Monolith

I, like other poor souls of my ilk, are plagued with the tendency to perpetually plan, prepare, scheme and dream. There is a fixation with the tools and the means, and not enough time spent applying them to the task at hand. There is, perhaps, an element of sloth. But it’s something else too. Something of great weight, of magnitude, that rolls, perpetually, in a given direction. It rolls regardless of the impact, the effect or the implication. Thus, it can accomplish nothing, but move nonetheless. Lumbering and even destructive, unless it is harnessed and directed towards a given end. Too often, I let the fallen monolith tumble on and on, without tethering it, mastering it, and thus fall victim to its power, rather than conquering it - or rather - putting it to its proper use. Our fallen nature is refracted so differently in each of us. We must start, I suppose, by understanding how sin speaks to us, specifically, so we can recognise the serpent when he appears. Give it time, and prayer.