Wonderful yet again. GREAT ending line.
She wears her religion with a settled and unyielding temperament. Eager to show off the supporting columns and buttressed walls of a canonical architecture whose workers have been building on foundations such as hers for a thousand years. Her eyes shine with fragile colors. Her voice is a chorus of platitudes. Her faith, at a distance, is an impressive edifice unmarred by heavy weather or turbulent thought. But up close, I think see too much brick and not enough mortar. It seems like an odd way to build—this casting about of stones and crossed timbers and rigid perspective. But it keeps her dry and safe and happy. And she likes the view they’ve given her. To each his own. I prefer lighthouses. |
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