The architecture in Before the Law is drawn in words, not pictures. I suppose everyone’s mental picture is different, mine reminds me of houses of worship.
Outside, grandiose and imposing, designed to inspire awe. Leave your ego at the door as you enter. You will have no use for it inside.
Inside, the drama of worship. Candles, bells, pews, hymns, words of wisdom. Distractions all, but helpful in their own way.
Go further in, until you can hear the silence. Your own silence.
What’s this? The sound of your inner wars, evocation of the grandiosity you thought you left far outside. Wars from decades ago, deeds, words and thoughts that shaped you — like chisels shape marble.
It’s dark now. The chisels have fallen silent. In the sanctuary, you can not see, only feel. There is no one here.
What you came to worship was your inner self.