"Something moved in the branches and froze when Vincent looked at it. A rustling close behind fell silent as soon as he turned around. The world was vibrating with life, everywhere twitching, scurrying, swarming ... Vincent had to leave the park immediately! Hastily he strode toward the cathedral, which rose mightily and immaculately in its snow-white glow over the gloomy, damp hedges. The last meters he ran as fast as he could until he reached the Opal-Oval in front of the south portal. The cold perfection of the place was relief. He was moved to tears, admiring the thousandfold repetition of the tiles, the exact geometry of the squares and the parallelism of the seams, which aligned with mathematical precision into vastness. There was no surprise and no movement. The place was stable."
(The journey to Kometenburg)