"The grey rain-curtain
turned all to silver glass
and was rolled back
and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country
under a swift sunrise."
(J.R.R. Tolkien, Return of the King)
There be many shapes of mystery, and many things God makes to be, past hope or fear, and the end men looked for cometh not, and a path is there where no one sought. so hath it fallen here. --Euripides