" And even when the external world has granted all it can, there still remain the searchings of the mind and the longings of the heart.” _ Arthur C. Clarke
Reading Childhood's End and listening to Johann Johannsson's ethereal music for Arrival has me reminiscing those trips to the mountains for some reason. Those grand stone edifices hold some sort of truth in them. Something to say about time and its passing. Something primal, something mythical and something probably beyond the understanding of a single life time.