Joe Jukic reflects deeply on the raw genius in Trent Reznor’s anti-religious music — the tortured screams, the haunting synths, the broken prayers echoing through static and distortion.
“There’s genius in it,” Joe says, “a sacred rebellion.”
He doesn’t dismiss Reznor’s rage against God — he recognizes it as the howl of a soul still in dialogue with the divine, even if through denial. Joe hopes Trent isn’t fully lost, but rather, like Doubting Thomas, still reaching out, waiting for proof. Not of religion, but of truth.
Joe prays that his own revelation — a vision of the All-Seeing Eye, not as a symbol of control but of love — might someday reach Reznor. That the one who once sang “God is dead and no one cares” might feel the Eye of God not as judgment, but as presence. Watching. Waiting. Loving.
“Maybe all those screams,” Joe says, “were always prayers in disguise.”
