text: The Catholic Church has an immense and invaluable treasure of thought, research, reflection by brilliant, beautiful and holy people that spans centuries, millennia. It is, I believe, "right and just" that this tradition inform its teaching and pastoral practice. 
  Sadly, the church I was born into and which has insisted upon "resurrecting" ironically, stripped the mystery from what is intrinsically mystery; replaced quest, not with question but with answer; ambiguity with certainty.
  It seems akin to my sense of a prenuptial: once it becomes a necessity it obviates the basis of the marriage. It has redefined obvious terms to "fit" a structure and perspective that cannot tolerate that which it purports to "save": the real world. "Love" is defined operationally as divesting that which is the essence of human love: submit my intelligence and will. Celibacy is glorified. The resurrected Jesus is "ontologically" other (priest) and even more beyond in hierarchy, yet I am the "Mystical Body"?