When a religious leader started chanting with echoes bouncing off the stonewalls over and over again, it must've seemed like a whole chorus of other voices, spirits of Gods maybe, joining in.

If we allowed it and believed in the voices in our head, we would put these projects off... forever.

He could hear piano and drums behind those children's voices, singing happily about dashing through snow ooh, the longing again: he shook it off.