8:17) Justin Sacks (Pell) 28-SEP-97 18:07

I've wandered off from camp and am sitting around the ashes of a long-dead fire with my friends. It is late at night and we all look down at the ground or the starry sky, absolutely gorgeous when viewed so far away from the harsh lights of the city. Its fascinating, beautiful, spiritual, indescribably peaceful. Song is discussed, and the singers in the group break out into their own rendition of "Amazing Grace" and "The First Noel". The ringing tones of their voices fade into nothingness, blending beautifully with the eloquent silence that surrounds us. Lying down on the logs that surround us, I join them in the contemplation of infinity while staring up at the wonderful sky above us. So untouched by the impurity of man's habitation. There is no moon tonight, but so many stars blend their light into something that even the moon's smooth silver cannot touch for sheer magick and splendorous subtlety. We talk, God being the subject. It seems so natural, on this night, at a time like this