They have nothing to hold onto, no anchor. They even get “the Rock” wrong. After that, it’s all shifting sand.
That deep-seated emptiness must be filled with something. So it gets filled with physical sensations like incense and incantations and kneeling pads, and earthly hoops to jump through like performing penance to atone for sins already paid for by Christ, and monastic men standing before you who are named as "another Christ," and moldy relics and icons to kneel before, and wooden statues to pray to, and the physicality of the Lord's Supper trumping its spiritual truth, and most especially this unseemly, unScriptural adoration of Mary which very nearly sounds like some weird incestuous relationship whereby the mother and Son are on the cross together.
I read some of the catechism tonight concerning Mary and the language is really bizarre.
INDEED.
Perhaps that's a major reason that the fantasized anchor of the Mary caricature's lap is so fiercly important to them.
Somewhere in the depths of their semi-consciousness . . . they know that Rabbit Hole Theology by Power-Mongering Committee affords no secure anchor and no sure connection to THE REAL ROCK.