I am beginning to worry myself. I know a great deal about desiring what is forbidden. For every taboo we have smashed together, I thank you. But although I have always thought that I was capable of thinking the worst, now I find a new wall within myself – a new border around the ponderable. I see the shadows of a thousand forbidden thoughts I could never before have considered – they are yours. I sense the shallowness of my own self-referential obscenities, and I am horrified by your capacity for infidelity. I have long known my own – my faith has been formed around the fidelities necessary to tame my fetishes. But do I have the faith to tame yours? Do I have confidence in your faith? Do I have the faithfulness to endure your violations? The grace and love of God are more terrifying than ever before.