the story was that joesph smith went to the woods, and he prayed

as a result of this prayer

god came down and gave him the restored gospel

so i heard this story every day for a decade and a half when i grew up

but i went to the grove a few days ago

and it was a wood lot

of populars, lookign no more different, no more sacred

then any of the other copses on the road side

the videos and the paintings from childhood were these beautific images

of cathedrals in the wildnerness

dissapited here

but it was good

in the sense that it confirmed my idea that the church, even at it's most mystical or it's most weird

was plain

was banal, was about practicality

there was holiness in the plainness