Well you’ve gotta start somewhere right?
So here I am, back in 2021, staring into the world’s most famous land abyss, lookin like the guy from that Caspar David Friedrich painting, which coincidentally is well known as one of the most exemplary pieces of the art style known as “Romanticism”.
So that’s me, the romantic. In fact, this is probably a picture of the exact moment I realized that this place was not just some overrated tourist stop, but rather the most epic thing I had ever beheld with my eyes. It’s not often that Millenials are impressed by anything. I had seen the Grand Canyon in pictures a hundred times and seen it on TV too. I went because it would be a good way to see my family, I didn’t know I was going to viscerally re-learn the definition of the word “awestruck”.
As a female, I can appreciate the warm fuzzy feeling associated with “feeling small”. It’s sometimes fun to be the shortest in a group or to be easily scooped up by a boyfriend and made to feel as though you are tiny. The Grand Canyon made me feel like I was NOTHING. Like I was a spec of sand in an infinite desert of stardust. It made me feel reality. In fact, it was the most real thing I had ever felt.
I started talking the way all of those people who doom shrooms talk. They sound idiotic. “It was the most real thing I ever experienced. I saw my true self. I felt so connected. There were little elves telling me everything was going to be ok”
OK maybe not the last part. But everything else except for the elves definitely happened. I had experienced life in High Definition. If I lived life in 5D my whole life, the Grand Canyon was 8D,