We live in a world where bulk is equated with quality. - Robertson Davies

Any theologian understands martyrdom, but only the martyr experiences the fire.

He sets a thief to guard his purse
Who trusts a dial with his hours
Or bids a sand-glass bleed away his nights,
His days, his loves, his pleasures and his powers.
The burthen of his years
Is Time's soft footfall, Time's soft
Falling
Through his joys and tears.

It seemed to me as if the stones sang, in the strangest voices, in the language of Ultima Thule.