She said that atop the mountains lies a monastery that would take your breath away. She said that if you stayed through the night and remained extremely silent, you could hear the chants of the Catholic Monks. She said that if you touched the "universe" in the hands of the Black Madonna, a queer, reverential sensation would fall upon you. On our journey up, we were indeed gasping at the beauty of the sacred mountains. When we stepped into the church, the loud chatters of the tourists immediately transformed into surreptitious whispers. When we finally stood before the Black Madonna after a long wait, it was indeed a queer queer feeling.
It was and it is a beautiful place. And it opened my eyes to the other side of the same faith. What a different world it is out there.
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