Without Christ, there is only emptiness disguised as something filling. Art without worship is like a poisonous fruit: biting in may be delicious at first, but later it will all be vomited back. Sometimes, the one who eats it may be lucky, and they won't get sick. Even then, the taste will fade away, and is meaningless. It all just results in becoming hollow and hungry; lost. Then more poisonous fruit is swallowed and the cycle just goes around and around until death or rebirth. What a sad fate it is to try and cure hunger with something that only leads to starvation.
Technicolor yawns may be pretty, but they still leave us hollow.
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