The distance between Evil and Good is a vast expanse in which many can exist without being either.
But the universe is infinite.
Space is not only high, it's low. It's a bottomless pit.
I think of Canada, first and foremost, in terms of space. The amount of space available is breathtaking.
There's something about the expanse of nature that forces you to think clearly.
There's a huge expanse of this continent that so seldom gets photographed.
One lesson astronomy tells us is that we're a tiny mote in a hostile void, and help is too far away.
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
As a child, I spent a lot of time wandering around the prairies and in the hills, and there was a sense that it was such a wide-open space, and there was kind of a feeling of potential. I could imagine anything happening there.
The world stretches before me, the vast world of the big, the little, and the medium.
A person can't just drive around the North Slope, visit the locals, stop in at a burger joint. There are no locals, no burger joints, no houses, no cities, no churches.
I love moving through long spaces and being enclosed.
