I got a shock yesterday, although not as big a shock as I could have got, I suppose. I was out for a walk looking for an old castle and on the way down, having found it, I saw a path which headed in the direction of the monastery. I thought it worth a try and headed down it, noticing the sign for a toilet as I did so. I thought there might be a portacabin or something as we were in the middle of nowhere, but what I did not expect to find was this…
Literally beside a footpath, which it turns out goes nowhere, was this contraption, comprising, I surmise, a composting loo.
I suppose that it serves a purpose, but you would have to have a certain confidence to use it. We all need to go at times, but doing so in public is not the most appealing of thoughts.
I guess there is a parallel here with confession… for the other cubicle I saw yesterday was when I went into the village in the church for a nosey peek. I have never really liked the idea of confession to a priest, for a variety of reasons, but high among them is the idea of getting rid of my spiritual waste in public.
I do wonder, though, how good my logic is on this one. I am not advocating public loos or, indeed, a high view of 'priesthood', but there are times spiritually when I suspect our desire for privacy has more to do with vanity than decency.
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