Too narrow is the house of my soul for you to enter into it: let it be enlarged by you. It lies in runs; build it up again. I confess and I know that it contains things that offend your eyes. Yet who will cleanse it? Or upon what other than you shall I call? "From my secret sins cleanse me, O Lord, and from those of others spare your servant." (Augustine, Confessions, I.5.6)

He has no knowledge of what is truly horrifying, yet is not exempted thereby from shrinking in horror. No, he shrinks in horror from what is not horrifying. It is something like the pagan's relationship to God: he doesn't know the true God, but as if that weren't enough he worship an idol as God. (Kierkegaard, Sickness Unto Death, Introduction)

_{The birthdate I entered is farcical, as I prefer not to identify myself in any way online, but the age is in the ballpark.}