Cavernous spaces always seemed darker. A visitor might blink from the sudden loss of the sun as they stooped through the ancient cathedral door. Light didn’t permeate stained glass well. It was blue and hazy light that filtered around the gothic arches. The architecture had never before pointed so effectively to God. Every gray stone edifice was covered in decorative carvings, the wooden pews were engraved with a sense of ancient history, and the windows depicted every Gospel passage a visitor might challenge themselves to recall. The silence was a living being, which danced with the smoky sweetness of incense crawling down from the altar and mingled with the flickering flames of thousands of candles. Reverence was the true master of the space- God commanded the attention of all. Appreciation of mere mortal hands meant nothing in a temple to the Lord.