It must be because I am getting older that there are already many chatters inside my head. The more one knows, the more one asks, and the more questions unfold. It must be because, too, that I spend so much time alone, with books and writings at home, that there is just too much space for so many musings. I almost have this desire always to go some place, a church perhaps, some temple.
I was raised a Catholic. There were just too many trips to church with my grandma and my family to the church, and too many sermons heard.
But I remember, I was fascinated most about the details of the church's insides, like statues of angels and stained glass windows, and church songs. Hardly an irreplaceable experience.
Oh, God, I am growing older.
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