No stage contains the scene. We are beyond capacity of our theatre. An immense tall wall, looming even to the apex of the sky, a top unseen, smoothly finished, stands across from them along the opposite shore of the river where they stood. The river, or whatever body of water it may be, like moat to the Wall, went left and right without end, but immediately next to them it churned with the chaos of the violent roaring waterfall into the imponderable deep well of it below the cliff they had climbed. The shoreline where they stood and the one beyond the waterfall, the river, and the Wall: all stretched continuously where they turned both ways to look and distantly dissolved into the haze of infinity.

Music excerpt is Hovhaness “Fra Angelico.”