Will

I saw the traveler make his way toward the monolith, that thin gash amidst the clouds; an open seam between heaven and earth that eluded the Eye of God. Or perhaps it had not; perhaps it beckoned from one realm to the other, wedded and ruled as one; for look how clean it splits the horizon 'twain, absorbs it, makes it strange, an indomitable beam, a tower of heaven. — Journal of an unknown traveller