I think the white spaces were as far as I have ever been from the struggles, foibles and quarrels of human beings, from their greed and ambition and money and cruelty. Far, also from the good people hoping for better days.

Out there, I felt I was in a celestial space, a universe of its own, free and spiritually pure. There was magic in those cliffs, and I felt humbled and inadequate and embarrassed from the cruelty and destruction that people cause.

There wasn’t a trace of that there, there was purity and sanctity all around me, it was a kind of cathedral, a place of worship, it called out to Maria and to me to find our better selves and angels and to live meaningfully and with purpose.

I don’t think I could bear to live so purely, I am not so pure as the spirits that made the white spaces, but I drank deeply of its power and meaning. That night, I could not bear to look at the news on my Iphone, I will just put it off as long as I can.