“…I've been so many times inside that mountain sanctuary, surrounded by the deafening silence of those steep mountainsides, and caressed by a gentle river song. Every time I've felt my smallness; and throwing my stare outside of me, I've just realized the simplest of things: we're little, yet our inner universes are grand as jagged mountaintops.
Morning thoughts. Morning sorrow. Trifles. T/hereness.” Lumase