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I knew a guy who used to ask me, whenever I mentioned my faith or going to Mass, he'd say, "When you let that incense fill your nasal passages, and you hear the sound of the bells and the chanting choir, and you see the colored lights falling down from the stained glass windows, you feel yourself raised to an ecstasy of wonder and euphoria, eh?"
I had to make it clear that he was trying to put words into my mouth, and I would never have said that.
For him, the only way to comprehend someone having this mysterious "faith" thing, was to directly attribute it to a physical experience evoked by the "smells and bells" of being in a Catholic church during some ceremony. But then after all, he was a Freemason.
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