At the time I didn't know it would be circular. I though I was walking away from Christianity for good. But that's not how it works, is it?
As T.S. Eliot says-
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Also, yesterday evening, I finished Balzac's Le Cure de Campagne- a novel about guilt and redemption which quite unashamedly bangs the drum for old-school catholicism- and, instead of chucking it accross the room, I laid it aside with thoughtful sympathy.
No, I'm not going to ring the bishop and ask for my dog-collar back, but- well- I have to admit the thought has fleetingly crossed my mind.
What I care about- what I have always cared about most deeply- are the things of the spirit.