BACON? Nope. It’s a beautiful section of marbled stonework inside of St. Mark’s Basilica, Piazza San Marco, Venice Italy. I found myself weirdly, simultaneously awestruck & kinda grossed out by the mind-boggling level of artistry and over-the-top display of riches throughout the sacred site. Reverent & Judgemental, Humbled & Indignant, Leaning in breathlessly & achingly Repulsed. And so goes my on-again, off-again, Hot/Cold relationship with all things Religion. (It’s not you, it’s me. And maybe also a little bit you.) Religion to me always seems to feel forced, coercive, deceptive, manipulative, Dark, violent, misguided and fake. All showy and opulent…