“I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?”
“It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.”
“Did the continents, I wondered, feel lonely for each other as they drifted apart eons ago?”
“A temple, first of all, is a place ofprayer; and prayer is communion with God. It is the 'infinite in manseeking the infinite in God.' Where they find each other, there is holysanctuary--a temple.”
“So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.”
“I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.”