Perelandra/Secrets/Trust

The Enemy's greatest power lies in his ability to convince us of the existence or necessity of secrets. Whether they be secrets kept by those who Love us, or ones we must keep ourselves (even if for some supposed "Greater Good"). Through secrets, life becomes unrealistically complex. Where there used to be straight-forward communication, full of Love and life, there is now a blurred void. And it is in that void the Enemy creates a "knowing", or reality, full of false-complexities and real-ambiguities. From there he weaves his strands of distrust, isolation, and death into the pedantic mess; creating doubt towards the goodness of those who truly Love us, even in Love itself. Then everything becomes uncertain, even a lie or unreal. We even begin to question the existence him who convinced us of secrets in the first place. Then, Love is a lie and everything is darkened chaos.

"In the shelter of each other, the people live"