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I was digging on my lectures and old notebooks from college when I saw a yellow pad paper with this essay that I wrote last June 25, 2008. The paragraph goes like this: Another step and I reach the heavens again. There I stood, knelt down, faced Him, and I was again dominated by the engulfing power that always made me go back there. It was always there, really, without me knowing. That was, in particular, the Stations of the Cross – a painting of Carlos “Botong” Francisco . Separated into two murals which run along the interior walls of the Far Eastern University chapel , it had resurrected the images of the passion and death of Christ. As if it was alive, each scene that blended into the next captured every eye until the ultimate – making it one. The painter seemed to be frightened that leaving an empty space would mean a failure to unleash its power. Its color, a dominance of blue, had created an ambience of a lively peace. And once again, it captured the very essence of