Dom writes:
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If I fantasize that I am having sex with my neighbour, this is not
necessarily the same as fantasizing that I am betraying my spouse by having
sex with my neighbour. It is the latter fantasy that my spouse might
understandably have some problems with: where the desire is in part a desire
for betrayal as such...
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Surely this is being excessively subtle, monkish almost. Personally I have
no inclination to question myself at this level. (I'm very married, but not
*that* married.) My thoughts are my concern, by definition. As soon as I
share them with my spouse, or the representatives of a religion or
government, or the readership of a book - all of whom may want to make some
claim on me, with or without justification - they cease to be simply *my*
thoughts, and become open to moral scrutiny. But there will always be some I
keep to myself. I always thought that remark of Jesus's about adultery
exemplified perfectly what I hate about religion. There is a space in my
head I would rather not share with anyone, thank you - and without it I
would not be me.
Best wishes
Matthew
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