I just finished Paradise Lost. Not feeling more Milton presently. The anniversary of Michael Servetus soured my savor of dogmatic Christianity, even were they as distanced Milton and Cromwell. I'm presently having difficulties finding anything meaningful to read besides the Apocrypha and the Imitation of Christ.
The original Protestants maligned and the Catholics for maintaining Latin as the sole inerrant tongue, yet their American latter-day followers do the same with the AV and English. If you refuse to move as the spirit lists, a literate hierocracy emerges. If you go with the tide and slavishly obey the vulgar tongue, veritas ad populum, nihil deus. In either case, an errant dogma (but I repeat myself) is inevitable.
Depression is a misnomer as to what we ultimately and innately understand as the vacuity of human deceit and the vanity of human misunderstandings.