There is no better temple to the spirit that the one that you built for yourself, otherwise the soul is trapped into gold and marble jails of routines and rules.

I’ve visited several temples of several confessions and schools of thoughts; natives or foreign; but the only places where I can feel a sense of sacred is in just squares of concrete without windows, sometimes almost destroyed, sometimes barely a plane natural rock. They are open to earth, water or heaven. Without distractions they are open to you too.