Concept: priest-king of theocratic city-state discovers that God’s aim is ever so slightly off, encourages precisely calibrated sinning among populace in order to smite rivals across the river.
This is some shit I’d do right here
How do you precisely calibrate sinning, I wonder? Is it a matter or location, or degree?
A fine art of “lust here, pride there, kick a goose that only slightly deserves it here”?
Or more a matter of “All right, everybody line up along the shore with lawn chairs and your drink of choice. We’re having a sloth-a-thon to tip the average in that direction.”