Every other Saturday morning on my walk to the barber shop I pass the San Francisco Bahá’í Center on Valencia. The fanciful curlicues on the facade make a reliable visual diversion. I know nothing about the faith itself, except what anybody can read on the center's home page.
As with any organized religion, the suspicion can never be quite banished that venality is probably not far concealed beneath or behind the aspirational rhetoric offered to eye and ear (as Mr. Miller pointed out in yesterday's post about the Jesuits).