At first glance, it is their to be conquered….Failure soon follows…Then, feared…Sitting idle is untenable…Can it be, that it only exists in the now? Can it be, that it always has been…and always will be? If so, then, what part do I play? Where is my vantage? Could it be, that my ‘search’ is reinforced by every tactile engagement….The path…defined as completely undefinable…completely mesmerizing…necessary, brutal and grounding…every step of the way . . .
Terrain . . .
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