The cathedrals still stand but nobody can read them. The alchemists carved the entire Work into the stone — every gargoyle a process, every rose window a stage of the fire, every labyrinth the path to the center where the two natures fight. We walk through these buildings every day and use them to pray for things the builders would have found embarrassing. The infrastructure of meaning is zombie infrastructure. The building works as a church but its real function died five centuries ago. We worship in a library we cannot read.