Clocking in day 8. "Where are they now?" - asks the following song about "the broken heroes". The broken ones give up (most stop coming back here; few stop because they beat this thing into a bloody pulp). What kind of men are we? Being normal is heroic nowadays. I don't want to be pathetic anymore, ever. Jesus Christ! I may have a little daughter someday. I don't want to look at her with the same eyes that hours earlier were saturated by filth. I don't want to be any less of a man than she will think of me as. I want to be able to look my boy in his eyes when I tell him that he should stay away from some things that are freely available and others don't. Your pop does, he is not a hypocrite. And did even when he was single. Those two won't exist unless I have a wife. There's few experiences, and I don't think any of the normal (non-spiritual) kind among those, that feel better than giving yourself wholly to a woman that does the same for you. Making her melt into an orgasm for the first time, as she loses control and pulls you deeper in her. The wedding night, with us both both virgins, still ranks as one of the best moments of my life. Again, only spiritual experiences can top the one of giving and receiving the ultimate gift in purity. All in contrast with a cursed world that devalues and derides purity. All these three are only in my mind. Even if they won't ever exist, doing the right thing is still worth it. I am not Catholic, but I can appreciate this imagery (from "Adoro Te Devote", Thomas Aquinas): Lord Jesus, loving Pelican of Heaven, cleanse me, a sinner, with Your Blood; for a single drop can save the whole world from all its sin.