Just within the span of my short life has this building gone from thriving to decaying. I wonder if the Southern men and women for whom this building was most likely the center of their existence and survival could ever have envisioned this state of being? I question my own convictions about what is important and forever nowadays. Two thousand years from now will some archaeologist find this crusty shell under vines in a rain forest and conclude “they” used this structure for the ceremony and worship of “their” gods? And who or what would those gods be?