12/06/2018 - 3:58PM
There are times, few, and serene, when I can look upon the ever sprawling growth of man and his works and behold it in its cosmic form. As a peculiar outgrowth of the mysterious forces of the cosmos. The beauty and the ugliness in it all as little more than a briefly flickering flame in the great and dancing fire of the world. But I still prefer the presence of the trees and the rivers to the oceans of gray concrete and towers of glass. And despite such serene visions I cannot help but feel that there is some deep wretchedness to civilized existence.