Existentia: The Sierra and the Stillness
We long to escape the grind—the pressure, the pace, the endless negotiation with time.
What we seek is peace, timelessness. A moment where nothing weighs us down, where there’s nowhere to rush, no role to perform.
To be alone with ourselves, as in childhood—when decisions were made for us, and we were free to simply be.
We crave that transcendence: a state untouched by future or past, held gently in the present.
I feel it sometimes, alone in the Sierra.
Civilization distant. Just me and the land.
The sky softens. Sounds lose their edges.
Even the wild fumes of pine and stone seem to blur into something ancient.
You close your eyes, and you could be anywhere—or nowhere.
Time folds.
Place dissolves.
You are simply there.
And in that stillness, something forgotten returns.
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