I…. have a strange mind.

As Notre Dame caught fire today (and was watched real-time as it burned), I totally understand friends who stood on several sides of the Notre Dame fire, and their points re: art, re: history, re: invasions, re: memories.

But the first thought that entered my mind, the very first one when the spires fell?

I wondered what had just come unbound.

Like the cathedral itself literally held something trapped in the ground; something old, something powerful. And it undid what others did to it. Finally freeing itself from rotting constrictions.

So, that kind of feeling.

I’m not joking. I just felt that feeling, let it fade, then returned back to a semblance of what the rest of you folks call normality.

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