That's well over my head...
That's like saying, "I enjoy being sad. And being sad makes me happy, which makes me sad...which makes me happy!"
Ouch, my brain.
No, seriously, that is indeed really deep. I try to think on that level now, but not enough to make a Philosophy major worthwhile.
I guess a lot of it has to do with the fact that their fathers are priests or deacons or professors at the Semenary that our church is attached to. At times I think these kids know more then the teachers.
It's funny, because they all love to swing the censor (no idea how to spell that correctly, sorry), and love to wear something that looks like a vestment.
There's a little boy named Noah, who is only two years old, and his favourite game is 'playing church'. His mother made him vestments and all. It's really fascinating to observe.