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Progress On Next Book

Oh boy… if these walls could talk. They do. You can put your hand on them and feel all the way back to the early days, when it was a monastery (not a hotel and spa). I love stone walls because they tell a lot of tales. I also like the neat, ordered, structured lines of austere and ascetic religious buildings (like Quaker style simplicity).

What I perhaps find most interesting here are the windows. It is there to let in light, to see the heavens – perhaps – but whoever dwells within has absolutely zero desire to see either views or the neighbours. Many days I can relate. Just me and my work and no way for anyone to interrupt.

Was it not for the fanatical adherence to doctrine, celibacy, self flagellation and lack of chocolates – I might have been a good monk.

Come to think of it – the strictest of rules were seldom followed in reality.

That’s the problem with taking the whole religion thing too seriously. If you really and actually believe – it’s hard to be religious.