I don't know if this is applicable to Christers, but I find a satisfaction I get from nothing else in knowing elements I have assimilated from Doyle are as yet still percolating in me, even though diluted by time they may be now, all these years later.
It's a comfort to experience to this day a sharing of ourselves from so long ago.
The big problem with the Christer version of it is how transubstantiation is 100% more unreal compared to Doyle's semen.
It's a comfort to experience to this day a sharing of ourselves from so long ago.
The big problem with the Christer version of it is how transubstantiation is 100% more unreal compared to Doyle's semen.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
