At. Augustin grates hard against “the anatomy of evil” while dealing succinctly and honestly with his own proneness toward sin.  From his infatuation with its initial beauty to the discounting of his previously wasyed life, Augustine leaves little to the imagination regarding his need to be saved from himself. Most of Augustine’s Confessions are spent in a nearly catastrophic tug-of-war. From insult and injury to passion, lost love, and absolutely perfect. Nothing has really changed since then. Sin is sill son – and God is still God...