For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God

To the BHTers who can't stand the smell of ocean nymphs, here is something to gnaw on. Listen at least until the drums kick in. I know the attention span is still what it use to be.

The studio version, with better visuals.

(How do I explain further to the iMonk about his wife...) The external, moving world of things and events are a sort of hieroglyphics, and sometimes a mirror too, to be read, by a non-totally-sleeping being. There is the element of providence at work in our sanctification as well. Your wife is engaged in a heroic act, in effect journeying into the depths of the Beast itself, to show you to yourself, and to attempt to awaken you. Only one thing can save you and save her. Finally once and for all not playing devil's advocate - and/or court jester - in your relationship with your conscience and the Word of God. The real Word of God.