Like beauty, sin is in the eye of the beholder is it not, and dependent on which (if any) god one prostrates oneself before?
Fans of His Satanic Majesty, for instance, would take more issue with the notion of (in no particular order) pride, envy, anger, sloth, greed , gluttony and lust, being sinful, than they would the concept that a cloven hoof up the rectal sphincter causes ruptured piles; whilst worshippers at The Max Mosely ‘Achtung! Kindly Shred My Tadger With A Cheese Grater!’ shrine, positively promote’ lust’ as their singular motivation, and ‘sloth’ on a day when they can’t be arsed fumbling through the kitchen drawer for anything more wieldy than a teaspoon.
I, however, have voted for ‘Wrath’ as the deadliest sin, simply because I’m capricious. Tomorrow I may be greedy for ‘lust.’
Oh..I also have a great affection for Bosch’s work, but my greatest passion remains for the Breughels. Pieter with an ‘H’ and the rest of the family without. ‘The Fight Between Carnival And Lent’ for always producing a hidden gem, and ‘Winter Landscape With A Bird Trap’ for catching even my summer breath on its snow-borne air.