>>The boy sat tottering. The man watched him that he would not topple into the flames. He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've got nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breath upon them.
Cormac McCARTHY, The Road