The Mighty Oak, The King of trees, thus regarded by the Irish and Scots. It was against Celtic Law to fell a living Oak for a profane purpose. A sacred tree in times gone by, and still to this day in my family, I was raised to never fell a living Oak.
My homestead is covered in them, and as my mother taught me, I have taught my daughter, Oaks are sacred, the King of trees, and I am comforted to have my home among them. So lives on an ancient tradition, in reverence of Nature, Oaks in the building of such magnificent structures as that of Notre Dame.
The fading trades that built Notre Dame will now come to the forefront of her rebuilding. Without such an events as this fire, would these Old Knowledge Trades have survived? Every available Craft Person of these ancient trades will be called upon, and new ones trained. This is a project that Modernism can't respond to, but the near forgotten Trades will see a rebirth.
There is more to be said here, yet I can't, at this moment, put into words, the feeling is that Ancient Wisdom is at work here.