i did not grow up in a big town. there was some nature and my parents took me around a lot. i saw plenty castles and churches in europe, but also many woods that have little signs of medieval spirit, crosses, stones, really old wood houses. i dived into the past of humanity and was practically a nature mystic. i imagined life in the past, that is to say living, fearing, loving, longing, starving and dying in the past. dying as a knight or monk or king, knowing that they will put your body in one of those sarkophages (stone coffins) in a cold church on a lonely mountain. i never made a connection between my irrational perceptions and whatever grown ups have to say about anything, let alone the bible. how can a human being not be spiritual? well, put him in front of a TV. that's how.