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I'm the same! My grandmother used to sneak me off to midnight mass on Christmas Eve (my mother - her daughter - is a staunch atheist) and it was magical to me. Partly this was due, presumably, to the feeling of illicitness, but also all that gold and pomp and ceremony and incense and chiaroscuro and Latin. I'm working on a VR movie at the moment, and it's hard to create such an immersive experience. The Vatican is really onto something...