I
visited a cathedral whos grounds had been designed (against all probability) by M.C Escher, beautifully sculpted pathways and a stream that seemed to flow back into itself. Now, because these were very peaceful gardens, a quiet place to compose your thoughts and ponder the infinite I used to visit them regularly but had to stop as the place started to do my head in. While the path and stream remained exactly as I remembered them the sward (thats the grassy bit) always used to be subtlely different, seemly swapping places at will with the flowerbeds and trees. One day it would stretch long and unbroken all the way to the end of the compound, the next it would gently curve to the right and disappear into a copse. What really fried my brain was one day when i was strolling across an apparently even lawn I could have sworn was rising and falling under my feet, eventually I asked the Bishop what was going on with the grass, he smiled at me and said


"Sod moves in mysterious ways"
(Banjax, Wed 25 Mar 2009, 14:49, Reply)