The temple is like a point of convergence
between God and man
between heaven and earth
between the sacred and the profane
between past, present, and future.
Come to think of it, when I really pause and just sit still, each object in the temple seems to tell a story of people who have passed those very halls. And when I close my eyes I may even hear their voices.
Whatever offering I bring will always be small and insignificant. Generations have preceded me and generations will follow me.
What is important is that I come, with something, with my everything.
