'The habit of living for the applause of our fellow men in religious things is deadly to the religious affections and life, which in their very nature are Godward and must look upwards only to Him.' B.B. Warfield
When one becomes detached from outside, objective truth….
A slow drift of decay begins and you find yourself in a small whirlpool of illegitimate concepts.
Notions, self centered comparisons, judgements, and reflections pull your eyes to the center.
The circle becomes tighter as others are collected in your spinning skepticism.
The rush of waters refreshes you as you spin faster.
Your discourse with your company provides laughter and support.
Your swirling whirlpool is in fast current but that is of no concern.
Your companions make you laugh which drowns out the shouts coming from the shore.
A rope passes through the group.
As it is tossed back and forth… it is unraveled and rejected as meaningless.
No one casts an outward glance.
No challenges or questions changes the direction or slows the current…..
Any possibility of reality is inside your rapidly spinning pool of deductions, words, agreements, disagreements.
You lock arms in solid support of final judgement.
There is unity within your mind and within the group.
Cheering and singing ensues!
Yet despite pleading and shouting….
Despite numerous attempts to reach out hands, and limbs, and lifelines….
Your whirlpool of perception finally drops off in The Waterfall of Reality….