The stillness of the summer day opens up before you and I, the only sound between us the clicking of cicadas and the cool breeze stirring up the long grass between our feet. The wind rises, playfully tousling our hair, the fence posts, the tops of the trees, but not the mountaintops that enfold us in a circle as far as the eye can see. They raise our gaze. Our heads follow. Soon our hearts. Look up, to the mountaintop where no Decalogue will be handed down today. But perhaps the reminder? Of the first double commandment, a love that begets love?