I was skiing on the lake ice and went to see the ancient burial site on one of the islands. It looks like the spirits of the ancestors now had a face made of pine bark, facing towards the sunset. I have no idea if someone has purposefully placed that face-shaped piece of bark there, or if it just fell there, or has been carried by wind. And for me this "not-being-able-to-know-for-sure" feeling is great, it makes me feel like facing the Mystery of the World (and Life, Universe and Everything), and then just witnessing the mystery, leaving it without any answer supposed to "solve the puzzle". I find the wonder, the mystery as a value in itself.