Sanctuary began this morning when the first drop of dew formed under the temple eaves, offering a sense of beginning without entering the holy of holies. Throughout the world little men prepare for the day by placing stones on the ground, perfect for unthought people who seek to throw first without reaching. The entrance to the silver mine at the edge of town has been closed, as nothing of value has been found in those depths for persons to enrich their looks or their lives. A sense of beginning establishes itself in the interior space behind the purple curtain where the high priest goes to ask for divine intervention on behalf of the people. And the people awaken once again with sleep in their eyes and a lightness to their steps stirring beyond the rooms of intimating walls where once they had only known themselves in dreams.