I used to get a kick out of how everything that drove behavior in Roman Catholic Life had to be reduceable to a great bunch of Mumbo Jumbo- that killed me.
I was sent at my mom's insistence- to become an altar boy. (altered boy)
This was at the time of their Latin Mass configuration where Latin was spoken during much of the sacramental aspect of the mass. After some great illustrative pointers to us newbees by a most senior altar boy- I made a spectacle of myself by asking him "But what does it all mean?"
He looked at me with disgust and said "Just memorize it."
Yeah- I was 1/2 way to Jonestown already......why slow things down for synthisis?