There is a certain kind of fellow whose intellectual interest in some traditional theological position grows even as his own interest (or ability) in living out the implications of that theology decline. In fact, he believes his right to indulge the flesh is purchased by his vehement condemnation of the same indulgence.
You worry about the wrong things.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 