I have sinned, and I am now going to make it scaldingly terrible by sharing it with you. Suffer my shameless confession. It is not often that I get to do this and – a sinner am I – enjoy it. Rarely would you find a man on his knees baring the thoughts that course his humane mind; rarer still a man who enjoys it not in vanity – for what vanity doth one find in a beauty, chattel to none? – but in the helplessness of his impassioned self in the presence of something which horripilates my entire being. I read this with my soul and couldn’t help but smile. Shall we feast on it together?