"We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the grief's that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell."
Just for the, uh, hell of it, last night I did a search on Mac's blog for posts mentioning Franz Kafka. I came up with a whole page full of them. He told me once he felt like the reincarnation of Kafka and would someday make a pilgrimage to Prague, Kafka's city. The surreal story, "Metamorphosis" was one of his favorites... text of which can be found here, and in the Kafka link above.
The beetle-clock pictured is one of a series of amazing insect time-pieces by Michael Libby that Mac would've gone ga-ga over. Others can be found here.