I want to be clear that my post yesterday about going back to confession recounts as exactly as possible just what happened. If anyone reading this is a materialist, let me assure him that all the natural forces at work in me were trying desparately to remove me from proximity to the confessional. Something like CS Lewis' experience of "compelle intrare" was at work. Had it not been, you may consider yourself guaranteed that I would have been scarfing a sandwich at Cosi and marvelling at the weird tricks the mind can play when you are tired.