To all those Temples made by man of stone and other transient materials: I wish to see them all crumble and turn into piles of light!
And to the temple where Divinity resides, even with all your newcomers: How quiet!
To Divinity (the socio-physio-spiritus-harmonious-concludus). It is a pleasure to know you!
And least and last, to the body, the substance, the hull, the distinguised main portion, the vessel of molecular pilots and passengers and its power receiving, transmitting, perceiving, transcending equipment. The Truth Temple, I have seen your face, the earth and its inhabitants, a magnanimous collection. Concentrate on your heartbeats; regulate your breating, even so flowers may live.
Richard P. Havens, Stonehedge