Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

As much as the degree of the sanctity of things ought to be defined by the people involved in them, certain observations can be drawn from the outside when one notices the manner in which others react. Consequently, if such observations point to it being sacred, then one ought to infringe upon it no more. If one does, it would no longer be easy to be comfortable in one's own skin because of the pricks the conscience might bear.

Perhaps certain proclivities can push one in that particular direction when things begin and the degrees are vague. The banality of it has perhaps also hardened the skin upon which the pricks may fall. However, as things grow more lucid, as might now be the case, one is obligated to rein himself in, and cease to usurp upon things sacred.