Since once again, Lord — though this time not in the forests of the Aisne but in the steppes of Asia — I have neither bread, nor wine, nor altar, I will raise myself beyond these symbols, up to
the pure majesty of the real itself; I, your priest, will make the whole earth my altar and on it will offer you all the labours and sufferings of the world.
For Sydneysiders, a short drive from the city has you experiencing the
majesty of the Blue Mountains, or sip wine fireside in the Hunter Valley for a weekend of
pure bliss.