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had to walk to the south-eastern edge of our village, and there on a hill, nestl
ed amongst the pines, near
the foot of anastasis, our place of worship sparkled like a jewel. "certainly th
is isn t of timber construction. is
it made from some sort of glass?" "no, actually from highly polished wood." "tha
t s impossible!" he declared. "no wood
could be that reflective." he sniggered and then shook his head. "ah, i keep for
getting that this is only just
a dream." upon entering, he gazed up at the cathedral-type ceiling and studied t
he frescoes. "yes, quite impressive, but of
course, they don t compare to the frescoes of michelangelo." noticing then the g
lassless windows, crisscrossed with delicate carved wooden
lace, he added, "how quaint. however, why not use real stained-glass windows. it
would have been more effective." he then
pitifully shook his head. "however, even then, it still would not even compare t
o new york s cathedral of saint
john the divine. "oh, brother, what a snob! i thought. i seemingly liked him bet
ter as a neurotic. however, i
only politely smiled at his condescension. "it s of course empty now, but on our
seventh day, we pack our
hall withh more than three hundred people from our village and surrounding areas
." he then noticed the piano, again very
similar to the other one in the fellowship hall. "and i suppose during these occ
asions somebody will be playing hymns?
but why on a piano? why not on a pipe organ? it would sound so much grander." we
walked towards
it and he lifted up its cover and tapped a few keys. "so, could you at least pro
vide me with
an example of a hymn? i presume they are not the standard hymns one hears, but a
re compositions from your
religion." "yes, that s right. would you like me to play one for you?" he nodded
and thus i again
sat myself on a piano stool and played we thank you our god. it was a simple pie
ce that i
had easily learnt over the last two weeks or so. upon completion i chuckled and
added, "it sounds better when
the congregation sings along." he sniggered. "yes, of course." he then stared ar
ound our worship hall before walking up towards
the platform. on the lectern he saw a closed book. he opened it and was surprise
d to see that it
was not the bible. "what is this?" he asked. "it s what we call the paradise tex
t. " "the