Our eyes are much too delicate, unfocused, and altered to see what lies in the distance. That mountain tattered with the gore of truth. Ripped open from the very inner core, its layers peeled away like the inner workings of trees. The soul of the mountain is laid bare. If we look carefully, and just stand and look and actually see for more than a second, we will notice the subtle heartbeat that remains steady beneath the last layer of marble. For there, that last surface which is so often unseen by the wandering eye, is the smoothest of the truths. It will always be ignored because the world keeps it covered with jagged rock that is unfit for the rest of the jagged world. All the mountains of the earth are more comfortable that way…jagged.