Today, Sunday noon, I dressed as if it was Sunday noon. I put a well-ironed white shirt, a tie and my polished shoes. It didn’t make me feel any more religious though. The polished shoes didn’t reflect my soul. I didn’t find any messiah on my tie. And the only thing I got was a coffee stain on my impeccable well-ironed white shirt. Without any divine shape. Afterwards I got naked to find myself again. After all today is any other day.