The one mall in my area's run down and on its last leg, which is a shame because I have some fond memories of that place back in its heyday. But anyway, there's a store I just recently took notice of, in the very back of it. And this place sells random antiques. I discovered today that they have antique books in stock, perhaps some from the 1800s (haven't seen the whole collection yet), and I bought one today on a whim.
It was an old handbook for the rituals of Freemasonry. In hindsight the copy that I bought is no older than the 1970s, but it appears to be a reprint of a text from the 1860s. That was the start of my trip down a weird rabbit hole.
The secret behind Freemasonry is that there is no secret. It's chock full of Biblical allusions and Protestant moral allegories, and clearly isn't its own separate, non-Christian religion. In essence, it's an art form (akin to, say, heraldry but without authentic history behind it) of rituals and ranks just for the sake of rituals and ranks and an air of mystique. Secret knocks and hand gestures, people sitting in an exact location inside a room while wearing the goofiest costumes imaginable, etc. This kind of thing should be right up my alley, but after the first page or two it started to make for some very dry reading. There was more hard-to-follow dialogue than actual explanatory material. There were a lot of metaphors relating to construction tools used in the 1800s, and a good amount of completely random jargon that even people at the time didn't consider to be real words. Granted, my atrophied attention span probably has something to do with that; at the very least, though, I could basically make out what was being said, but I could discern no real purpose behind any of it.
Some people online defend what looks to be a massive waste of time by claiming that sinking time into the rituals, which come imbued with moral lessons, have the capacity to improve one's character. There might be merit to this hypothesis. I don't know. And of course, Freemasonry today doesn't look exactly the same as it did back then. But anyway, this was a window into the very alien popular imagination of 160 years ago. Perusing this book also made it a lot easier for me to picture the environment in which Mormonism came about.