Just got back from the swamps, haven't seen a soul for five days. Absolutely still and quiet out there, even to make a noise with the paddle feels like some kind of sacrilege. You can't help feeling awe and reverence, and a natural urge to express some kind of ritual of appreciation.
It feels like heaven, and I keep thinking how ridiculous Mohammed would be out here, with his gold, and his rich silk brocade.
I had gardens, streams, fruit and all that. The only thing that could make it better would be a loved one to reflect it all back to you, so you both share two of everything.
There are no such sentiments in the koran, though, and it makes me wonder.