HERE: To ride on a ferry through unknown waters in the pouring rain. The ebbing warmth of a cup of coffee in hand. From the comforting blank white world into the monotony of home. I wish that ferry ride had been longer, that the spasms of water across the window had continued. Invisibility beyond anonymity. Boundlessly expansive in my truncated senses. To sit still for one whole hour, and let everything beyond my skin and sight become absolutely equal in utter superfluousness. (me)
THERE: This is the most beautiful place on earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. For the time being, around my place at least, the air is untroubled, and I become aware for the first time today of the immense silence in which I am lost. Not a silence so much as a great stillness- slight noises break the sensation of absolute silence but at the same time exaggerate my sense of of the surrounding, overwhelming peace. A suspension of time, a continuous present. (Edward Abbey)
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