He wants not only nature,
                     but the wilderness. The vast space
of no other but himself, where man and mountain meet.
                                                  The clash of life, as it was meant to be. We believe that.

Such an endless worship
is the one moment
                   when the breath is taken out of a man
                                  in awe of bare land. Like
                   the first stirrings of passion for a naked woman, there
she lays cast under God's reflecting pool,
a million stars spiraling over head, eyelashes stirred
     by the breath of this world.

Out there,
brooks that will never cease, at least in our lifetimes.
Trees that will never think to stop stretching.
                 The Law of the Land...

                                                There is a consistency out there that he craves,
                   a freedom that comes with the boundaries of the great, silent, brimming world.
                           The cliffs and the flats, the wild grass and the air. A harmony of chaos.

And nature, as promised,  has no mercy.

I shall be as that thing called The Wild- pitiless, consistent, pure.
                              Do I care if you are not prepared for the rain of truth?
                              Do I mind if you are emotionally hungry?
                              Is it any less reason for me not to unleash?
To continue and to nurture?

Wanderer, all that you need is here, if only you knew how to survive in it.

Look at me like a traitor, shake with restlessness before my questions. Tell me I'm wrong about you...

               Do it.

Nothing changes the fact of change.

                                                       "You need it," I will promise, and splay out in peace with the situation like
                      a piercing sunset on glaciers. A catastrophic force,
         a self-induced catalyst of Nature.

The mother? No wonder they call her such.

I have taken her hand, and the only tears I shall shed from here on out will be a torrent of storms for this world to continue. No droughts here, life... Life. Life. Life!

And in her image, I fear nothing as you wander my spaces and learn to Live.