I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter of your life. It was, as you put it, too late for recriminations, and the horrendous realities could be no worse for having faced them.
I mark your courage in that moment of admission, when your soul cried out in sympathetic pain, worn thin by abrasions of self-imprisonment and total subjugation to providence. You did not disguise your frailty as lesser men are apt by schemes which shorten their horizons, elaborate their dreams.
That you are a molecule conniving in the physics of human chemistry is no slight upon your status, without dynamic you are less a man of cloth than habit claims you be; And martyr to ascription is the poorer fate than anticipated condemnation from a selfless breach of faith.
Ordinary passions do not progress beyond the continuum of priestly enlightenment; we share a whole psychology of man's experience as our eternal life. Its unitary expression is no greater than the measureless sum, and the sum is no value less than life itself. No enlightened soul can judge another man for passions of humanity; the sentence of conscience is an arbitrary punishment in which we all delight.