“We sleep near the sound of a slow running river, and wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain. And we face everyday like the first or the last one, with nothing to lose and heaven to gain. Here’s to Alaska, here’s to the people. Here’s to the wild and here’s to the free. Here’s to my life in a chosen country. Here’s to Alaska and me.” – John Denver
Standing in this vast landscape I feel incredibly insignificant as a human being on this planet. Do I care? No way! Nature is ancient. Me, just a snowflake in time. For I am dust, and to dust I will return. A tiny speck in the almighty march onwards. As the days past I thought more and more of something I had read many years ago. It made total sense.
“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.” – Buddha