One recent evening, somewhere in Lower Silesia, I was following a quiet country road which lead past a simple village church with a medieval pedigree. I my eyes run up the spire and then into the sky. It was full of bright stars (I could swear I saw a woman's face somewhere out there too and a beautiful body in one of the constellations). And I also saw the depth of the project is visible on its surface - the skin-deep beauty of the world looks us in the eye and whispers about the infinitely profound glamour we are challenged to fathom.
