If you can overlook religion you can look at cathedrals as works of art symbolizing the noblest thoughts and feelings of mankind.
Here, hopefully, you are lifted from your ordinary state of mind into something more sublime, reflective.
Set dogma aside, know nothing of religion, and enter one of these works of art in wonder.
Find testimony to the beauty and power of the human spirit and your own spirit will be moved.
You pass through this simple door to receive the credentials for completing your pilgrimage. I was moved, almost crying to be here.
I linger in the cathedral afterwards.
There is a lot to feel and think about.
A minister is giving a sermon. He is small and old, his sermon worn and monotonous, his coughing interrupts his frail voice. How wrong in such a place. Man, there should be a rippin drum circle instead. Or George Cluny and Angelina Jolie shooting lightning bolts. Or Mick Jaggger swinging upside down from the ceiling and rockin “Satisfaction,” the pipe organ shaking the stones, and 100 nuns interjecting “hallelujah.” You get the idea. Alas, I may never see anything so appropriate, so I use my imagination.