The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. (Wilde, 21)
“What a sinful idea!” I heard my thought exclaimed. Then I saw it look at your eyes, touch your hands, wander through your chest, move to your face and stop at your lips.
For god’s sake, I swear I did not control my thought! No, I could not do so. I was just witnessing…and there, at your lips, there it hesitated.
No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed. (Byatt, 213)
“Burn me up, burn me up!”, shouted it miserably. Poor you, my thought!
In that darkest realm, I think I saw it exploded into ashes, soaring softly in the air.
And at that exact same moment I could not see it anymore, but started to feel it.
I felt my thought…
No, no you cannot punish me. You see, I was not the agent, my thought was!
Suggested soundtrack: Violin Concerto No. 2 “The American Four Seasons”: Movement IV by Philip Glass