It's our active inclination to break stuff -- 'stuff' here including moods, promises, relationships we care about and our own wellbeing and other people's, as well as material objects whose high gloss positively seems to invite a big fat scratch.
Yesterday, the Church of England confused "unity" with "unison" and voted down a compromise resolution that would have ended centuries of discrimination against women as bishops while leaving a place to stand for those who disagree.
Parr's efforts came at a time when the Mass and the Bible were in Latin. Millions worshipped with very little knowledge of what the church actually supported. Priests even repeated the mass without understanding the Latin they spoke.
As an old body-surfer, I can attest that it is a scary thing to have a huge wave bearing down on you and to feel as if you are about to be tossed and turned at its pleasure without being able to do much in response to it. This wave is large, and it is growing.
Writer Christopher Caldwell ridicules the British government for mentioning the "ban on same-sex couples having a civil marriage," claiming "there is no 'ban' on gays marrying, any more than there is a ban on men breastfeeding."