Ramblings for The end of the year

Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life, which may make our virtues worthless, or transform our sins into elements of a new civilization, more marvelous and more splendid than any that has gone before.
But men are the slaves of words. They rage against Materialism, as they call it, forgetting that there has been no material improvement that has not spiritualized the world, and that there have been few, if any, spiritual awakenings that have not wasted the world's faculties in barren hopes, and fruitless aspirations, and empty or trammeling creeds. Sin sometimes is an essential element of progress.
Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless.
Sins create heroes and heroes make the Progress.
If the World was good it would be plain, stagnating in a futureless boredom.
Bad creates good and hopes and life.
Our own existence on this world was due to a sin.
Our redemption is due to a sin.
All revolutions were fought in the name of freedom, democracy, right.
But they always failed to create a world which was free, democratic or right.
It is the bad in everyone of us that makes the world the way it is and it is not love that makes the world go on, it is the bad which is the other side of being human.