In theessay "Once More to the Lake," White desribes the lake house as "a holy spot." Why is the lake sacred to him?

On a fishing trip to a lake in Maine with his young son,
as the author recalls his own childhood summers at the same lake, he inevitably begins
to see himself in his son and is jolted into awareness of his own mortality. This
evocative essay, then, deals with time: its delightful past, its pleasant present, and
its tragic future—when the author finally acknowledges its passing.  The essay,
nostalgic and affectionate in tone, is nevertheless a bit sad and peaceful, much like a
reverie, as if White somehow needs to reconnect with the lake before it’s too late,
before he, too, passes on. Some of his descriptive words for the lake, “this holy spot,”
“cool and motionless,” “sweet outdoors,” and “the stillness of the cathedral” (2), show
that White viewed the lake as a nearly sacred place, undisturbed and natural; he seems
to have respected the lake to the point of holding it in awe. In paragraph 3, the phrase
“remote and primeval” reinforces this impression, as if to say that the lake is
prehistoric, without the imprint of people, a thought that foreshadows the essay’s
ending with a shock of recognition: “suddenly my groin felt the chill of
death.”