In the 4th Century, they originated. By the sixth they were given authority. Dante made them famous. In the 21st century, he tries to make sense of them.
The controlled, chaotic ramblings of a man who has so much to say appear mad, disjointed but fraught with lyrical genius. Full of struggles and contradictions just as any human thought process. Brimmed with anger of the scared past, angst of idiosyncrasies of the present, and fury at the realities of what could be the future.
You never know where this mind is going to go; yet, Taylor takes you there perfectly with astoundingly beautiful prose amidst the normal clutter of thoughts, all wrapped in this ancient notion of sin and its ultimate hypocrisy.
“The souls of the world are crying out in anguish, and they are all saying the same thing: ‘fuck off and die.’”
It is there, right in your face, the anger and pain we have all felt and some have tried to overcome. Taylor’s Rage permeates the pages. At points, his stories leave us breathless with the kind of fury that chokes all rationalization only to bring us back to everyday life – being pissed off at “morons who hold up the line at McDonald’s […]”
“And if I have one fatal flaw, it is that lust has always been the loudest angel on my shoulder.”
Expressed perfectly as an argument for the instinctual behavior of man and animal, Taylor defies the notion that Lust is a sin. Telling stories of his more-than-passionate past, his uninhibited debauchery even led to sex with a woman in blue spandex and no teeth.
“Vain people are flesh mosaics of abandon and lack of confidence.”
What do low self-esteem and heightened egoism have in common? Taylor despises Vanity but adamantly insists that it is not a sin, more like an ingested poison that is injected into the human culture.
“Time does what it has always done, rolling over us like waves of warm water and setting us to simmer in baths of inevitability. Time only points us in the right direction. It will never make you move on your own.”
There is nothing to say other than Taylor is brilliant with words… and I wish I had written this.
“Envy puts hollow points in raw pulpy hope and leaves you armed with a life gun you can use to blow big holes in listlessness.”
Taylor admits it plagues us all, but still despises the truth of Envy. He brings reason to the dichotomy between the “haves” and the have-nots,” which are both in-and-of themselves the same people all wanting what they do not have.
“But greed, when not kept in check, can warp the very Oak of Man more crookedly than all the waters of the world. So having said that, I am a greedy fuck.”
This is all the Seven Deadly Sins wrapped in one big package, and like Envy, Taylor suggests that it is in all of us and therefore, it is human. He questions whether to be human is a sin – if so, then we are all damned. However, the want for more, when handled in the right way, he argues, can spur creation and innovation and push for positive outcomes that are far from Deadly.
“No wheat or wine will fill the gargantuan pit of emptiness in the gluttonous confines of the human soul.”
So much darkness, can there ever be light, or are these Sins the reality of our existence? Taylor seems to think it is ingrained in the fabric of our being, but through it all – all of our sins, mishaps, and mistakes – the takeaway here is we are who we are, but no one can define us but ourselves.