I was in the church on the Place St. Cloud in Paris. I went in for a few moments to catch breath from the Council of Europe. It is a modern church, large, empty. Out of sight, a group was praying the Rosary. I suddenly felt a profound sense of depression that all this religion was an illusion. It was only by sitting still and listening to the distant, indistinct French words that some sense of acceptance returned. Have patience, dear Gabriel.