Megérint a csend és már nem is hallod a közelben sikoltó légkalapácsok hangját. Egy koponya formájú hegy, egy üres sír, egy kert és más semmi. Csak Te és az Isten. És egy érzés, ami körülvesz, nyugalmat, békét ad a szívedbe: mert a sír üres.

Crowds of pilgrims are anxiously waiting in the gate of the ancient temple anticipating admission. Longing to see, to touch, possibly to kiss the place where our Lord Christ was born according to the traditions and where Mary laid Him in the manger.

Somewhere deep inside God has hidden a desire in us. A desire for Him, a desire to seek and find the Almighthy. A desire to create a relationship with the Transcendent, a desire to step over the boundary of the rational and physical barriers.

We are rushing in the grey treadmill of everyday life and there is no pause. There is no breathing space, you just play the melody distributed to you, sometimes quietly and grievously, sometimes cheerfully and trying to overbray the others playing around you, and sometimes just senselessly, getting tired of life.