The aisle stretches into a mid-section, seeming shy of the altar. It bears a rug that has crooked patterns. As though in defiance, the rug stretches beyond the pews, beyond the offertory box, beyond the podium, and settles in front of an antique candle stand. The stand is composed of bottle-shaped receptacles. Wax from the candles collide with the floor and dissolve into millions of mini drops of wax. Flickers from the candles compete with hundreds of chandeliers showering disco lights into the sanctuary. A looker is at their mercy to discern who the subject in the giant portrait hanging in the altar is.