Houraji

Is it Sin that makes one a sinner?
Or is it Kin that makes one a sinner?

Many say we are born innocent and untainted, and yet in Sin we are all related to one another. For we are one Kin, and with this Sin we share that we are born with. And even a certain doctrine holds that one's Kin, through the fact of birth, inherit a tainted nature with a proclivity to sinful conduct in need of regeneration…

"I was brought forth in iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother conceive me."
…or so the doctrine says,

"We are all born sinners because of Kin that brings us together."
…and so we think: we are born with Sin inherited from our Kin,

But, should that hold us back from acting with virtue?
No, we should not hold back, even when Sin entered the world through one Kin, and Death through Sin, and in this way, Death came to all beings, because all sinned,

But even so, we all have freedom to be a being we want when we embrace Death,
To be a fraudulent Human,
To be a violent Angel,
To be a benevolent Devil,

And what one wants to be, neither "Sin" nor "Kin" should define what "Self" one is going to be, let "Journey" instead that defines one "Self"

Sin of Kin

Meanwhile another event that happened at the same flow of current time, yet it was occurred in different space entirely far… far away from the openness of wilderness whose shelter sheltering purely under the canopy of twinkling stars amongst the clouds hidden amongst the gloom of the nocturne, where there was only a dimly lit campfire to be the chaperone,

That which was a previous, quite a serene scenery to relish while waiting for the night to pass… however, had now it changed into quite the opposite,

It was a cramped-looking room, having no windows but only a single door leading into it… a room illumined by a single round flat hanging-lamps lit by oil-filled glass, hanging from a coved ceiling right above the center of the room. Quite an abundant light source for such a small room, rendering the furniture inside like a crystal-clear sight it was, which furnished the interior with a bright warm of orange flaming candles,

Comfort in Sweet and Cold