Mircea Eliade, the well known Romanian scholar of studies in the history of religions, in his work Diario portugués (1941-1945),1 made a personal confession that reverberated with me over the years. Eliade wrote, under the date 5th of September 1942: Basically, the tragedy of my life can be reduced to this formula: I am a pagan – a perfect classical pagan – trying to make a Christian of myself. For me, cosmic rhythms, symbols, signs, magic, sexuality – exist more largely and more “immediately” than the problem of salvation. The best part of myself I’ve devoted to this problem, but without being able to take one step forward.2