Mens est templum absque lapidibus.
The mind is a temple without stones, and perhaps for that very reason it proves more terrible than any abandoned cathedral, for it has no visible walls and yet it confines, it bears no altar of marble and yet it demands its sacrifices. And there, within that enclosure with neither lime nor material shadow, each conscious thought is set in place like an invisible brick, and with them we raise, day after day, the secret sanctuary where our fears officiate, our guilt, and those things we would never dare to name in the full light of day.
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