Remember, my boy, there's nothing natural in nature. When it seems natural to you, it'll be the end. Something else will start. Goodbye sky, goodbye sea. What a beautiful sky! Close...happy... Don't you think that just a little piece is natural? That it could be possessed by a god? The sea too. On this day, when you're 13 and fish with your feet in the water, look behind you...what do you see? Anything natural? No. What you see is an apparation. With clouds reflected in the heavy, still water at three in the afternoon. Look at that black streak on the sea, shining and pink like oil. The shadow of the trees and the reeds. A god is hidden everywhere you look. Even if he isn't, he's left traces of his sacred presence: the silence, the smell of grass, the chill of fresh waer. Yes. Everything's sacred. But sanctity is also a curse. Whilst the gods love, they also hate."