“Spying” / A Memorable Fancy #185

I am spying on myself, divining my sins. I hunt out guilty secrets, nonconforming opinions, base desires. I began a journal of these observations, but burned it when I found myself reading it, spoiling these secrets from myself, making them no longer secret. How can I bear to read those horrible words?

The priest said “We all have sinful desires like yours, my son; we do sinful things. Very much like yours. Exactly like yours.” Then he turned and ran from the confessional, screaming and pointing back at me with wide eyes and shaking hands.

Now I know that when I describe my sins, I’m describing yours too. It is a comfort.

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