Just past the town of Almere, as you round a right - hand bend, you will find a sight unseen in Europe for centuries, if not millennia: hundreds of red deer, plodding groups of long - horned wild cattle, and skittish herds of low - slung brown horses, all moving through the open landscape like
something out of a cave painting.
Not exact matches
From the book: «Like
something out of an epic fantasy novel, Scotland's Fingal's
Cave is a 270 - foot - deep, 72 - foot - tall sea
cave with walls
of perfectly hexagonal columns.
I had to make a choice to either
cave in and just give up on life, or to press in and overcome, and I chose — probably partly because
of my personality, but a lot
of it just being God in me — that I was determined I was going to make it through and come
out on the other side and do
something.
In a few thousand years
of recorded history, we went from dwelling in
caves and mud huts and tee - pees, not understanding the natural world around us, or the broader universe, to being able to travel through space, using reason to ferret
out the hidden secrets
of how the world works, from physics to chemistry to biology, we worked
out the tools and rules underpinning it all, mathematics, and now we can see objects that are almost impossibly small, the very tiniest building blocks
of matter, (or at least we can examine them, even if you can't «see» them because you're using
something other than your eyes and photons to view them) to the very farthest objects, the planets circling other, distant stars, that are in their own way, too small to see from here, like the atoms and parts
of atoms themselves, detected indirectly, but indisputably THERE.
But
something about feeling the dampness
of the
cave walls, smelling the musty air, visualizing the strain with which Joseph and Nicodemus would have heaved Jesus» lifeless body through a narrow entrance, and fathoming the darkness that would have swallowed it up once the daylight was sealed
out of it startled me with the brutality
of the Incarnation and the grisly cost
of our salvation.
It would be wonderful if I went into manufacturing I have to figure
out some sort
of uniform temperature that they would all be cultured in and I'd have to have
something like a
cave or
something like that, where it'll be temperature - controlled and all
of that so you could sort
of predict the outcome
of the product.
Winding up in a secret
cave, she finds
out something evil approaches with the aim
of taking down the human world and the Genie realms, and it's
something only she can defeat.
Back in our early caveman days being pissed off made us more likely to get off our butt, get
out of the
cave and into the tundra hunting wooly mammoth, so we'd have
something to eat for supper.