The head of the classics department was a brilliant and eccentric woman.
In my pursuit of studying magic, the classes that had been suggested were only taught by her, and those were only offered at 8 AM.
As a commuter student that meant getting to the station and catching the train had my arriving on campus a little after 7 AM.
The entire campus was still closed, and my friends on campus were still asleep.
I don’t know how I found the Blue Chapel.
Wandering around campus looking for a place I could just sit and read before class as the libraries were still closed at such an early hour.
The Blue Chapel was one of the few places on campus that was always open.
And at that time always empty.
When entering the space, the first thing that I noticed was the sound- the lack of it.
Complete silence.
A null zone despite New Your City being directly outside.
Not the kind of silence due to the absence of noise, the kind of silence that absorbs sound, a combination of stonework and architecture.
What is also apparent and harder to discern is the geometry.
The layout of the Chapel, the furniture, and the position of certain artifacts.
Sitting there with a quiet mind, one begins to feel the resonance of the three- architecture, layout, and artifacts that elevates oneself just by being present.
These things were happening during the early mornings I would spend visiting the Chapel, it just took some later experience to be able to put those feelings into words.
