I am, as I write this, seated in the immense cathedral at Laon France. This cathedral was built by the townspeople of Laon in 1230. Almost all of the vestiges of catholicism have been mercifully stripped out and what is left is an unimaginably beautiful, gravity defying, oldest surviving - intact - Gothic cathedral in the world. Donna and I and perhaps three or four other people inhabit this seemingly living stone praise to my Lord and Savior. Somewhere, exquisite music plays in the distance, lightly using the perfect acoustics. It is a cold, sunny day and the light dances with and lifts me up. What a truly, truly deeply soothing place this is!