A sense of time
Before the Cathedral, there was a church. Before the church, a temple. Before the temple, a place of offerings to a river god. A roof is not what's sacred about place. What we bring there is sacred. Consolation, hope, and whatever the morning will bring.
The Great Lady of Paris is now being repaired. The silhouette most people associate with the Cathedral stands on its island, as it has for centuries, as this photo by my journalist friend Linda Hervieux beautifully shows. (Linda took this photo the day after the fire.) Buildings are mutable. They change over time. They are damaged, repaired, altered. They stand as a testament to the slowness of time--unlike our own lives, where time moves always too quickly, slipping through our fingers, no matter what we carve into stone.