As you may be able to tell about the things I write about, my mind wanders. I see something and run off in a different direction. I start out with a plan and most often turns into either a disaster or serendipity. I end up posting them anyway. I am more raw than polished.
When i was growing up we attended church regularly. There was nothing ornate about the church. As I recall there were a few paintings, maybe near the front door and that was about it. There were not crosses or alters.
Today someone asked me on line what the most beautiful cathedral I had ever seen was, and where was it located. I have only been in one and it was for a funeral. It was very ornate inside and there was a lot to look at. The insense they burned stung my eyes, but I was crying anyway.