“Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head. They close like giant wings, and you are dead.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
"Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.”
—Denise Levertov, from ”Come into Animal Presence”