Tiff told me that in American culture, submission was seen as a bad thing, but in our religious views, we should cherish the idea instead, for the ultimate submission is into death. We can’t control or stop it, same as we cannot stop the changing of the seasons. This was a time to let go of our idea of control, and understand that we must let go and realize that death and limitation are part of our inevitable end. If we never died, we would grow stagnant, never changing and never growing.
There was an altar, draped with the same dark blue cloth.