The most profound and thorough labour of the intellect, the most assiduous and devoted professional toil, had gone to the construction of the great edifice, making it in all its significance and purposefulness a marvel of human achievement. In spite of endless difficulties and gigantic obstacles, the bridge is at length finished, and stands defying wind and waves. Then there comes a raging cyclone, and building and builder are swept into the deep. Utter meaninglessness seems to triumph over richest significance, blind ‘destiny’ seems to stride on its way over prostrate virtue and merit.
- Rudolf Otto, The Idea of the Holy
I constructed a box and placed it in my freezer. Over the course of a week, I poured water into it to form a solid block of ice. I then drove down to the ocean, and with my back to the Atlantic, buried it in the sand.