St. Michael cathedrals of gold, ie Mykhaylivs’kyi. Perhaps only the cold store knows so much beauty. A gem must contain its iciness. Something unapproachable. Something that distanzi. And this is indeed “The Divine Liturgy” as the Orthodox call the Eucharist. The other world, the sacredness of the eternal that breaks into reality for a few hours time. Flooding her with gold, because it could not be otherwise. The sacred must have the taste of the precious, something priceless. Gold spread like honey on the walls. The gold is illuminated by thousands of candles hot.