[Magnum Innominandum]

Putting aside the fiendish Freudian surge of the sapphic in the fantasies of that false Christian, so accurately analyzed by JennyD -- I would like to point out that the analogy offered by MusicInHerHeart exposes the delirium that comes of straying from the path of True Christianity™.

Music changes. From the death metal of the primitive Norwegians to the mindless pipings of New Agers engaged in their amorphous abominations -- from the sick hymns to Santa one hears at the mall to the dithyrambs of cathylick devils, music is unreliable -- unlike the Lord.

Music soothes the savage breast -- something that shouldn't be done. Savage breasts are for spearing, not soothing.

As Plato put it: "When the mode of the music changes, the walls of the city shake." As a pagan homer who knew all about going soft, Plato observed that the relaxed modes of music -- the kind this sinner is hallucinating when writhing about in bed -- enfeeble the mind.

The Word of the Lord does not change. It's found in the Bible, KJV 1611, and it's immutable.

If you've this fickle, cloying cacophony ("sweet melody") in your girl-gourd and it makes you think of God, my friend -- it's just another indication of how soft you've gone... something we already suspected when you promoted a tolerance for sodomy.

You seem to be drawn to the Lord, MusicInHerHeart, and that's peachy-keen -- but the path of righteousness is narrow.

And so I say again -- get that music out of your heart and enthrone the Jesus of True Christianity™!

Sincerely,
Magna, née Magnus