standing fraile with his shiny trim and his tie-tucked into his trou his squeaky voice echos loudly around the fake, colluseum or temple - as you like. Couples sit with arms around looking randomly at their wrists trying to find their watches under their wrinkled skin. Some listen but most of us take out what we want he could have spoken for five minutes not fifty-five. Sometimes I think that God is here - but sitting at the back sometimes looking for his watch? this can't be all we are here to have? God should sit up teh front.