Come stand with me at sunrise on the naked cliff and know the minuteness of man, the immensity of his planet. Look up, down, out, and you will see the green fuse, but not the force - which is unknowable.
Come turn with me toward mammon and catch the full blast of our drive to fashion, to harness, reflected back at us through the myriad of burnished windows stretching far along the sandstone ridges and the green gullies, now overrun with years of our toil and our abandon.
Come lean toward the east and catch the updraft from the pounding seas below, the spray of salt and the warmth of the rays rising up into the heavens from the distant horizon. Sense the power of the waters, the energy of the winds and luxuriate in the warmth of the sun, as you ponder your place.
Come walk with me toward mammon.