For several years we have remained isolated from the rest of the world. A little community with small needs. But our task is great. Here in the middle of the mountains whipped by icy winds, we wait for a visit.
The superior brother has seen it in a dream. A dream that haunts and torments. He made countless drawings of a container, the grail. Sometimes he illustrates inside a person, said to be the hope of humanity that emerges from all the sufferings of man.
We are few who are left in this abandoned temple, deep in meditation and constant prayers we remain silent, motionless. A few light taps at the front door break our concentration. The wait finally comes to an end.