Confessions

'It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.' - Oscar Wilde.

I'm starting to see the truth in this.

It's so liberating to know that at least one other person knows the sickness of one's own thoughts and/or actions, and yet (hopefully) can still accept the confessor.

Perhaps therein lies the absolution, a symbolic representation of the unconditional love of God - you know this crap about me and you still love me?!

I'm starting to think confessing to a wise friend who loves me is a much saner thing than confessing to a spiritual leader who is seeking to mould me into a designated shape...

Thank, E. =)