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

Everything flowed and nothing abode; everything gave a way and nothing stayed fixed in one place. All could not step twice into the same river, for other waters and yet others, went flowing on. All was the transience of Life and happiness, for the transience was but a basic reason one required to live in the moment while the moment was the primary ones; yet oftentimes, if not always, in the end… becoming the undesirable ones; because of the moment of happiness, at least one that supposed to occur right now and exist, such did not abide,

It slipped out from a dejected past and the non-existence happiness; even if such did exist, such wouldn't enough to subdue the appalling blow she just got hit with; being expressed by nothing but a widening gaze of her purplish-blue upon listening to that quite a revelation,

In short, it was despondent… for her to listen to that kind of recent tale,

"She… she was… taken… and did not make it,"

A Bounty for the Living