In the middle of the Munich airport, much of which was completed this decade, there stands a grass-covered ziggurat with an observation platform on top. It is an awesome structure connecting in one’s mind so many images that are at first blush difficult to reconcile with an airport. But the link is appropriate: our forebears were about the sky perhaps even more than we are. For us, the well-travelled ones, the sky is our back yard, our warm pocket, whereas for them it was the remote realm of the divine. The ziggurat was erected at the point of contact between the sky and the earth. Now it but reminds us of our gain and our loss both.