I have a question. Are you going to wear your socks high or low tomorrow?
~ Beautiful

Life was so simple back then.

So if it follows then that the reason for our pain, suffering and imperfection is due to our finite natures, then the real sin isn't in what we do, or what we fail to believe in, but in the very fact that we are finite. Or at least, made to me connected with infinite perfection. God. We were made, with the sole intention to be with God, connected with God, expanding gradually into His infinity as we grow in the likeness of Him.

But because we're finite, and that is our crime, it follows then that every good thing we are/have, every positive attribute one might possess is, by virtue of its limited composition, a flaw. Our patience dissolves into passivity, passion into agression, love into idolatry and faith into blindness.

Our strong points, inadvertantly become our weaknesses.

Nothing that we have/are, seperated from the boundlessness of God can be solely good. Therefore, everything that we have/are, the brightest good and cleanest virtures, are broken, dirty and weak. Be humble, for there is nothing good in you that you can claim for yourself. Apart from God, you are but a poor imitation of goodness, worthless like broken glass.

All of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;
we all shrivel up like a leaf,
and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
~Isa 64:6