Somehow, after we grow a couple feet, or more depending on how tall you are, we exchange our view of the great, broad, imposing world for a tired, small, harmless one. No, honestly. You may have a great imagination and a profound propensity to awe in reverence towards nature, but think of your viewpoint compared to when you were a child. When you're smaller than everything, and your brain is soaking up endless reserves of information, the world is a very different place. It was beautiful, strange, scary or friendly, but mostly huge. I know adults like me (yeah- 18, I count as an adult) recognize this somewhat depressing change and ask ourselves- why? I'm not sure if I can answer this question, but I definitely know we long to reconstruct that viewpoint, minimize ourselves and drown in a mentality of fascination and smallness. One of the most prominent ways we go about doing that is in our communion with nature. I feel like you can talk to adults and almost any one of them will admit their adulation for overwhelming landmarks . We love things like the ocean, the mountains, dense forests, anything that is large enough to put us in that mindset of minutia. That's why I believe in the importance of finding that location that makes you feel utterly, completely, reassuringly small, and spend some time there.
