The sky is a great power against lust. Pure, lovely, wholesome, powerful, large-hearted things cannot abide the soul of a sexual fantasy at the same time. I remember as I struggled with these things in my teenage years and in my college years . . . one way of fighting was simply to get out of the dark places—get out of the lonely rooms. . . . Get out of the places where it is just small—me and my mind and my imagination, what I can do with it and get to where I am just surrounded by color and beauty and bigness and loveliness.
This is true, I think, for all sin because it all feeds on darkness and flourishes there. I know it to be true in battling anxiety and depression.
