I lament the incident, the damage that the cathedral suffered, the roof and spire, dating back to the 14th century, a glimpse into our past... True, things can be restored, but it won't quite be the same.
Tragic as it may be, I also ponder why a building, a lifeless entity, can evoke such strong reactions from the people, myself included. What essence does this place hold that I should weep for her? Am I taken by the works of men that I should forget that the church is a people, not a place?
Nevertheless, I am a sucker for historical buildings... I had hoped that I would get the opportunity to visit it in the near future. I suppose I won't get to see its original glory.
Yet I believe I could find joy in its new form, the symbol of resilience and revival.
Until then.
