Last night I attended a solemn Requiem mass for the celebration of All Souls.  Having not been raised within a high church tradition it is always a surprise to me how much humanity is revealed in what, on the surface, must seem like a highly ornate, unreal environment.
The music sung was not high on my list of favorites:  I don't need to name it;  it doesn't matter and it didn't matter.  I was aware of being in a room in which there was a single purpose: to honor those who had gone before us, and to remember those whom we especially loved - an experience of specificity, at the same time universal.  
 


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