Almost three years ago to the day, I scribbled down a rambling fist-shake and reflection in La Sagrada Famīlia, a truly awe-inspiring church in Barcelona.
Re-reading those words, I still feel that I'm in that place, looking up, looking for something. I wouldn't be surprised if, looking up to the towering windows, I found some version of Asha's musing image that she passed to me this week.
When I sat in the pews in that church and wrote that post, it felt cathartic to doubt. I still live in that doubt and I'm still okay with it. There's immense relief and reward in passing through nihilism to some kind of existentialism. Once you make it through, there is only the continuing journey. But in that lies the beauty.