What are we to say of the flesh, the sarkos, that blanket of filth, urine, waste, and vomit that has accompanied humanity since the sin of Cain?
The flesh is neither warm nor cold. It does not glow. It only bears the shame of the lie that is marked by the ash placed on the forehead of Cain. And when the ash was stirred up and wiped across Cain’s forehead, a voice said, “Do not return to this place.”
Then the flesh increased seventy times seven, then seventy times seven thousand. The Cainite mark persists as a mark of scorn. Now, this sign on the forehead is the seat of fury; it animates the flesh to behave according to the will of nature, which, as some have said, is scabbed around the tooth and claw, bloodstained about the teeth. Nature grins like a raven picking out the tender eyes of Aaron’s snake. And this is the lot of Cain: to feed on the flesh, to feed according to the flesh, and grin before YHWH in rebellion. Yet YHWH says, “If anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over.”