The road led straight to the temple. br Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. br The huge doors were closed. I chose one on the side, br Not to the main building-to its left wing, br The one in green copper, worn into gaps below. br I pushed. Then it was revealed: br An astonishing large hall, in warm light. br Great statues of sitting women-goddesses, br In draped robes, marked it with a rhythm. br Color embraced me like the interior of a purple-brown flower br Of unheard-of size. I walked, liberated br From worries, pangs of conscience, and fears. br I knew I was there as one day I would be.