Most of Burning Man was suffused in loud music. The temple was a bit quiter, although you could here the distant '70s funk coming from the DJ spinning tunes by the ashes of the man.

The notebook was an open invitation to honor someone who has left us.

The Canadian butterfly was just wandering around the temple, strumming on her guitar and being plesant in a way that added something to the place.

Lots of things like this lined the walls of the temple as high as people could reach. They gave it a church like quality.