Anything can be holy when you believe nothing is. Anyone can be a saint when you dream only of devils. Did you know they built an entire city on top of decay and pretended it was a resurrection? The city is a lighthouse, but the lighthouse keeper is a liar. Pilgrims follow the beacon like moths to a flame. When they sing their songs they spit on their neighbors. At dinner, they pass on the wine. It’s not red enough. Mary once had a premonition, but nobody believed her until it came true. By then, it was too late. I went into the confessional and heard my own voice on the other side. I don’t know if that means I’m forgiven or not. Michaelangelo painted for four years straight just for people to look past the focal point. Someone told me he painted while he was upside down. They killed Peter upside down, you know. All the blood rushed to his head. They took John’s. No one knows what happened to the eyes. And somehow, they can make anyone a believer in any cathedral if you would just look up.