is like an offering we make beside the sea.
It is pure worship when pursued
as its own end, to find out. Mystery,
the undiminishable silent flood,
stretches on out from where we pray
round the clear altar flame. The god
accepts the sacrifice and turns away.
by Ursula K. Le Guin
It has been a big few weeks. I submitted my Big Deal Grant application, and my interview is this week. I have science and offerings on my mind.