I remember this quote from Huysmans’ novel La-Bas (The Damned),

Persons of good sense are necessarily dull, because they revolve over and over again the tedious topics of everyday life.

Neither of us had good sense, especially in this moment as we drink from the chalice carrying a bestial and heady concoction of concupiscence.

The sinner’s tabernacle is where we offer up ourselves and drink from the blood and eat from flesh of the souls of the condemned. These are the Devil’s delights, where the only proper ejaculations of the soul are the litanies of evil and the ecstatic incantations of sybarites.

If the saints and mystics can experience transcendent unity with God, can we not be holy voluptuaries of carnality? Saints of eros practicing our sacramental rites that were gifted to us by nature.