The poor presiders, who had merely longed to serve God but who were psychically abused by The New Theology and the new Seminary Training but especially, the Lil' Licit Liturgy, these quirky Corky Clerics, often fill-in with commentary those parts of the Mass that ought be silent, solemn, and dignified, and so the poor Presider retreats into a rational didactism and begins to describe what he is doing rather than simply letting Jesus act through him and quietly letting the Holy Ghost actualise the Sacramental Presence of Jesus in the Holy Eucharist.
ABS often thinks of the modern Presider in the Lil' Licit Liturgy as an Alter Corky rather than an Alter Christus.
In that psych-thriller, Magic, Anthony Hopkins plays a man, Corky, dissolving into psychosis and descending into madness to such a point that he externalises his inner voices and displaces them onto a wicked puppet, Fats, which ends up controlling him; that is, Corky's own voices are controlling him.
Here is the scene in Magic where Anthony Hopkins does a great job pretending he is insane:
Now, try to imagine how hard it would be for a Chatty Cleric-Corky to try and offer Lil' Licit Liturgy without commentary or adding words. He couldn't because the Mass of Paul VI, a Liturgical Fats, would control him via liberty.
Yes, there is a kind of mystery in the new liberty, but the putative liberty is a paradox; for one is only really liberated by truth and order and solemnity whereas one is shackled by the liberty of endless options which renders a Presider speech-burdened; that gives a Priest Performance anxiety; that makes a Priest the center of the Lil' Licit Liturgy.
The liberty of The Lil' Licit Liturgy drives Priests to a state of near psychosis, and so they stand there before us, nervously laughing or telling jokes, trying to make eye contact with one and all; adding or subtracting words from the Mass Texts that will help him to dissipate the anxiety the Liberty The New Mass generates; Yikes, everybody is staring at me, I've got to say something; I've got to smile and make everybody feel comfortable; I can't just stand here quietly; I know, I'll congratulate the Choir for their singing while the Gifts are being brought up front.
And so rather than the Congregation being taken out of their daily lives by the words and actions of The Real Mass, the Lil' Licit Liturgy brings Calvary down to their secular, worldly, level and they find themselves metaphysically standing around The Cross cutting-up, smiling, and telling jokes as though Calvary were a fit place for a party and a picnic.
The liberty of The Lil' Licit Liturgy drives Priests to a state of near psychosis, and so they stand there before us, nervously laughing or telling jokes, trying to make eye contact with one and all; adding or subtracting words from the Mass Texts that will help him to dissipate the anxiety the Liberty The New Mass generates; Yikes, everybody is staring at me, I've got to say something; I've got to smile and make everybody feel comfortable; I can't just stand here quietly; I know, I'll congratulate the Choir for their singing while the Gifts are being brought up front.
And so rather than the Congregation being taken out of their daily lives by the words and actions of The Real Mass, the Lil' Licit Liturgy brings Calvary down to their secular, worldly, level and they find themselves metaphysically standing around The Cross cutting-up, smiling, and telling jokes as though Calvary were a fit place for a party and a picnic.
After his training in the New Theology; after his Seminary Training; after his experience of facing the people at The Lil' Licit Liturgy, after the routine of him at Mass increasing while Jesus has been decreasing, the sole way to liberate our poor Priest; the sole way to restore the sacred sanity of our typical Chatty Cleric-Corky, is to set him free in Tradition; The Tradition of Immemorial Orthopraxis and Immemorial Custom:
Usus Antiquior Solemn High Mass -- Consecration
THIS is The Mass that liberates The Priest and The Laity from the voices in all of our heads; the Voice of the World; the Voice of the Devil; the Voice of our Flesh.
This is The Mass that solemnly, profoundly, quietly, ineffably, and mystically transports us out of our secular world and brings us back to the Salvific actions of Jesus being Sacramentally re-presented to us; right here; right now. And this is the place and this is the time to forbid smiles and jokes and extraneous commentary - as they have always been forbidden in Tradition in all places and at all times.
Say a Prayer for poor Cleric-Corky. The New Theology, The Reformed Seminaries, and The Lil' Licit Liturgy have made him insane.