The end of year 2010 is drawing upon us. In silhouette sharpness, that for many people who mean so well yet fail so sadly, the essence of what we call "sin" (dosa) is not so much the committing of something unworthy as a refusing of something high and heavenly.
Blossoms of promise have left only bitter stalks without fruit.
Rosebuds have fallen away without blooming, and left only sharp thorns which jag our conscience.
Those Sad Refusal: How often would I ... and you would not!