The 1962 Mass keeps me separated from the priest. He offers the sacrifice whether I am there or not. Our Lord desperately wants me there, but that is my choice, subject to a promise I made. The separation is suspended when I receive, but only temporarily, until I get to Heaven where the separation that was caused here on earth ends, and union is completed. The priest enjoys a union I cannot. The modern Mass treats the sacrifice as if it were a banquet where everyone is seated at the table. Twelve were seated at the table of the Last Supper, not a crowd. The Twelve were our first Catholic priests. Of course, Our Lord Himself is the Chief Priest. Sound Jewish? He was a Jew, in the past tense, and He hides in something as common as bread.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for? … “Andrea del Sarto” Robert Browning 1812-1889