The classics department was not a democracy.
The head of the department who offered the classes I needed in my studies had a unique preference for early AM classes.
As a commuter, to be there in time, and with reliability I had to arrive on campus by 7 AM.
Arriving at that time all my friends were still asleep, all the buildings were still closed, and there was nowhere really to go.
I first found the Blue Chapel by accident when I was looking for an open space to read before class.
It was the only door open in Keating Hall and out of curiosity once I stepped inside the room shifted.
Stone walls, thick stained glass lead windows, ornate curves, once you are inside the bust New York City outside noise fades.
Sitting in the back pews there is an architecture of silence which seems to expand the room.
There is a presence there.
Spending many mornings just reflecting there, it later the foundation for what I later noticed in the temple, something that I might not have come to realize if I had not sat and experienced it first hand in the presence of that Chapel.
That certain things come together to create a geometry, and that physical geometry creates a resonance and a field that can be felt all in its own.