Hikes are not as beautiful as the thoughts you have along the way.
Be they sorrowful, joyful, confused, or otherwise,
ruminations all are an amalgamation of impossible processes
which took a roiling planet spun upon the universe's loom to create.
Each thought is more complex than the mountains and rivers
which you witness before you.
The awe of the mountains and the wild is the awe of progeny,
of which you are undeniably a part.
Each new being spawned from the earth,
something greater than that which made it.
And not only was it satisfied with its own audacity to exist,
it must also think and feel,
wonder and imagine,
create, desire, believe, and yearn.
So, when you ruminate, remember,
remember all that you are and the greatness you are capable of
because you are the current conclusion to the very thing you've come to behold.
Greatness is only found within the confines of mortality.
All that has sacrificed all it was to become you,
even if for just one single ephemeral moment.
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