I do adore the architecture of old churches. The sharp edges and points that reach up far into the clouds and seemingly stab violently at the sky. Almost like nails hammered in from below the earth. I imagine that if the heaven’s were to ever slowly try to drift down to earth, all the countless churches of the world – with thier towering sharp steeples – would almost be similar to a bed of nails. To send them recoiling back into the clouds from whence they came. And how suitable that would be,  for there are few things farther from God than a church