Our vessel glided peacefully through the water on our way home, back to civilization. I would miss the untamed beauty out here. I would miss the humility of being confronted by natural phenomenon. Heaven is not a place of order and architecture, of white buildings and luxury accommodation, heaven is folded into the crevices of this fierce and unruly Earth. I had knelt at one of Mother Nature's many temples. I had whispered the necessary prayers and fumbled the rosary beads around in my palm. If nature is not my church then I am godless, light me up in flames and scatter my ashes, return me to the land or sea from where I came and to where i will surely go.