…and so it appeared on the side of the mountain, the Temple of The Sun. The deep snow along the trek had glistened in the late January sun but had now given way to clouds and wind. Dusk was coming on fast. The travelers saw their breath as they gazed upon the sacred site. One master said, “Isn’t this beautiful?” Master Li said “Yes, now let’s go home.” A temple may be holy but it can be no more holy than the blue sky or the ground beneath your feet.