The police found a truck abandoned in a remote Austrian village on the side of the highway between Vienna and Budapest. There was a putrid smell. Soon it became clear why: seventy-one rotting bodies were inside the truck. Corpses of migrants. They died most probably of suffocation, lack of oxygen where they were hiding or had been hidden, full of fear and hope that they could make it across Austria.

Science begins with a child's wonder.

Revolution is never careful. There is no revolution carried out carefully, meticulously, and protected from going astray. Going astray is what revolution is about. Revolution does not set out to follow what has been laid out by the power that preceded it.

In a sandy desert, a shepherd withdrew from a prophet's anger. In Jalaluddin Rumi's well-known storyfrom the MasnaviMoses hears a shepherd uttering a strange prayer: "Oh God, show me where Thou art, that I may become Thy servant. I will clean Thy shoes and comb Thy hair, and sew Thy clothes, and fetch Thee milk.".

Oh, God, we cannot meet again
In prayer with the congregation
-Sitor Situmorang, Chartres Cathedral

Maybe he wanted silence. But could he lose himself in the quiet, could he escape from 'prayer with the congregation' in this impressive gothic cathedral, a gathering place for the faithful, pilgrims and tourists? "[T]his anonymous glory, this rich stone forest, this epic chant, this gaiety, this grand quiring shout of affirmation," Orson Wells praised Chartres when he used the cathedral as the setting for his last major film, F for Fake. Wells was merely one of millions of visitors fascinated with this 12th century edifice.