Church Windows

This cathedral I am sitting in is full of things.
Not just things but Things.
Smart, high tech, beautiful, amazing, old, new, pompous, kind, many wonderful things.
But as I watch a lively old man speak to an audience of fish eyes
I can only feel emptiness, Not sad, depressed or upset, just empty.
A robot is a good comparison to how I act now.
Moving when needed, Talking when asked.
Every brick in this building was set in a holy mind set.
It is so opened yet closed
So beautiful but ugly
MY mind set is closed
Acceptance should soon follow