My own understanding of “sin” consists in that. Everybody worships something. Most people have an icon of themselves to which they’re totally devoted. Lucky for me I’m hideous and awkward so I’m spared the pursuit of admirers for my radiant beauty or my scintillating personality. That doesn’t however preclude my ridiculous pride in my own ersatz humility. In short, God’s mercy is our only hope. We’re all sinners. I’m the worst one. It’s Saturday, and I’m joking around, but not really).