It seems there is not a soul for a million miles. We are the modern nomad, fueled by petrol and fiber cookies. The sheer magnitude of this space that I glide over makes me feel small, yet not insignificant. For why else would all this exist if nothing was here to appreciate it? We are the conscience of the world, after all...
O the wonder! To see the Earth´s formation at its purest. Gaze on the fine sands molded by the wind and rain and time. To imagine the millenia of work it took to create these incredible peaks! It´s as if time is shown in its parts, the evolution of a mountain at its rawest. From the soft
rolling dunes to the abrupt and flat faced gorges to the jagged and lightly frosted peaks of the Andes. You can see where the water flows and the intricate design it makes on the grandest canvass of all. Nothing could be more perfect than this land. I know we are meant to exist here and now for we appreciate, somewhere deep inside, the magnificence of it all; of the things we could not fathom create, or even recreate, for pictures do it no justice.
rolling dunes to the abrupt and flat faced gorges to the jagged and lightly frosted peaks of the Andes. You can see where the water flows and the intricate design it makes on the grandest canvass of all. Nothing could be more perfect than this land. I know we are meant to exist here and now for we appreciate, somewhere deep inside, the magnificence of it all; of the things we could not fathom create, or even recreate, for pictures do it no justice.
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