Character: Dion

The laity are children, my son. And the saints - those don't come to us to confess. We, you and me and like us, the hermits, the searchers, hermits, we are not children, and not innocent, and we no thrashing is not correct. The real sinners are we, we who know and think, we have tasted from the tree of knowledge, and we ought not to treat each other as children, which shall cut he shall cut down and let go to run. We're after confession and repentance can't run back to kids world, where they celebrate the holidays, work things, and at the same time and kill each other, sin for us - not a short, bad dream, from which you can get rid of by confession and sacrifice; we dwell in him, we are never innocent, we are sinners, we are constantly in sin and the fire of our conscience and we know that we can never atone for my great guilt, except that after our death God will have mercy on us and forgive.