When they have had intercourse out of the passion of fornication, then, holding up their own blasphemy before heaven, the woman and the man take the man’s emission in their own hands, and stand there looking up towards heaven. And while they have uncleanness in their hands, they profess to pray… “We offer you this gift, the body of Christ.” And so they eat it, partaking of their own shame and saying, “This is the body of Christ, and this is the Passover.” Similarly with the woman’s emission at her period; they collect the menstrual blood wich is unclean, take it and eat it together, and say “This is the blood of Christ.”

Epiphanius, Panarion,  (description of the “Stratiotici” heretics)

“Truth is like ignorance. When it is hidden, it rests in itself. But when it is revealed and recognized, it is praised.” – The Gospel of Philip

There was a noiseless version 
Of these lines inside my head 
Before the lines and 
Breaks came, before the vowels 
Descended 

During this Session of Parliament [1531] one Richard Rouse, a cook, on the 16th February poisoned some soop in the Bishop of Rochester’s kitchen, with which seventeen persons were mortally infected; and one of the gentlemen died of it, and some poor people that were charitably fed with the remainder were also infected, one woman dying. The person was apprehended; and by Act of Parliament poisoning was declared treason, and Rouse was attainted and sentenced to be boiled to death, which was to be the punishment of poisoning for all times to come.

I am in Venice.
I am in Pretoria.
I am in a miniskirt.
I am in chains.
I am in suspense.
I am in vitro.
I am in ovo.

unctuous bone marrow atop a perfectly cooked grass fed piece of ribeye Seventh course: Plum sorbet melon seltzer melon sea salt ad white muntock peppercorn I could have eaten three or fours of these palette cleansers Eighth course: White chocolate pavé raspberries milk chocolate cream coconut foam soy salt and pink peppercorn My usual insouciance for chocolate receded upon tasting the velvety pavé The petite fours delivered on a trolley of all things made me want to genuflect to the pastry chef.

autopathy, n.  (Excessive) feeling for oneself; an instance of this.

Compare deuteropathy n. For Hellenistic Greek αὐτοπαθής a sense ‘speaking from one’s own feeling or experience’ is implied by the derivative adverb αὐτοπαθῶς. Now rare.

1647 H. More Philos. Poems i. iii. lxvi, Base fear proceeds from weak Autopathy.
1647 H. More Philos. Poems (note) Autopathy denotates the being self-strucken; to be sensible of what harms us, rather than what is absolutely evill.
1878 Fraser’s Mag. 17 262 A writer who, by cultivating his sympathies and weeding out his autopathies, might perhaps have grown into a sort of English Saint-Beuve.
1883 L. F. Ward Dynamic Sociol. II. xi. 371 In more natural contrast with autopathy, there might..be substituted for [the word] sympathy the allied expression altropathy.
1923 Jrnl. Philos. 20 92 It would certainly be quite as wide of the mark to reduce altruism to mere sympathetic joy and sorrow as to reduce egoism to ‘autopathy’.
1951 Yale Law Jrnl. 60 59 Autopathy… is often crudely melodramatic, finding..suffering and resolution in some otherwise very trivial swirls of the passing flux.

Etymology: Originally < Hellenistic Greek αὐτοπάθεια one’s own experience < αὐτοπαθής (of pronouns) reflexive ( < ancient Greek αὐτο- auto- comb. form1 + -παθής -path comb. form) + -εια -y suffix3. In later use probably independently re-formed < auto- comb. form1 + -pathy comb. form.