Temple of the Gods

 A mighty bolt of lightning strikes on the horizon, thrown from the heavens to pierce the sea, 
briefly lighting up the darkness cast by the clouds, revealing power and splendour not found 
nor created by mortal Man, but merely witnessed in awe. The wind howls as the waves crash 
into each other, the water whipped up into a fearsome maelstrom, deafening to the ears. 
Braving this awesome storm, a trireme lurches forward with sails raised and eagle figurehead 
proudly displayed. Triremes are not built to withstand weather of this sort, and this trireme 
struggles to stay afloat; the fact that it hasn’t yet sunk is a miracle all on its own. 

  In the distance, tall mountain peaks stand in defiance of the storm, their peaks piercing the 
heavens as that first bolt pierced the sea. Earth meets air, surrounded by water, tempered by the 
lightning’s fire. Truly, this storm encapsulates all of creation; truly, this is a place of divine 
inspiration; truly, this is a spectacle to behold. 

To the average person this would seem chaotic, a demonstration of the unpredictability of the 
universe. In actuality, this storm is in perfect harmony, a demonstration of the ultimately 
orderly nature of the universe. Just as the planets orbit the sun, so to does the wind and the rain 
orbit the point of lowest pressure, and just as the stars brighten the night sky, so to does the 
lightning brighten the clouds.

This storm is a temple to nature, a temple to the gods; let none desecrate it, for to do so would 
be to commit blasphemy of the highest degree.