Confession
As usual I am ordered to remove my clothing in the ante-room I enter the cathedral by one of the many discreet side doors that pepper the massive stone structure. I am admitted by one of the older acolytes. She refuses eye contact but peers briefly around the heavy door before ushering me in and then gently closing and bolting it. The air inside the old cathedral is noticeably colder. The acolyte leads me down several flights of stone stairs into the bowels of the building. Eventually we...