Ben closed his eyes. “There we sat on that crisp, clear night, the moon illuminating the Tatra peaks, a thousand stars punching pinholes in the darkness, and the only sound was the wind rushing through the pines. And it struck me—the incongruity of it all—that in the most ungodly of times, I was bearing witness to indisputable evidence of God’s work on the third and fourth days, a world he created in perfect balance.”
