It’s the sense of infinity in these numbers that haunts the most. It’s not unlike looking up at the innumerable stars of the night sky, somewhere deep in Alaska. Each star unique, special, and distant; unknowable by me, but glorious in its power; yet lost in the whole.
Pagan temples are timeworn forests, secluded gardens, sun-kissed seashores and emerald pastures. — Freya Turrill