Mountains. Titanic monoliths of granite, stretching towards infinity, 
obscuring the sky and blotting out the Sun itself. Massive cathedrals of 
vastness, their shoulders covered in snow, their crowns wreathed in 
cloud. Mighty forests cling to their sides, seemingly nothing more than 
an inconsequential layer of algae. All of Mankind's skilful artifice is 
rendered moot, insignificant, /irrelevant/ before the incomprehensible 
magnitude of these indomitable mountains. A tangled network of crazy 
roads criss-cross their sides, and entire cities cling to their sides 
like mere specks of dust. Our most magnificent creations are barely 
noticeable besides the almighty scale of these monsters.

The mountains exhibit a bemusing degree of scale-invariance. That face 
over there looks for all the world like the broken edge of a small 
pebble that one might find on a beach. And yet, nestling snugly in one 
of the seemingly small cracks is an entire city! The sight simply defies 
cognition - intellectually trivial, yet emotionally unfathomable. It is 
difficult to believe that such things /exist/ in the real world. This is 
more like some kind of demented fantasy, some fantastical delusion of a 
madman. The mind simply cannot assimilate these things. To see the 
awesome majesty of Mother Nature and her complete indifference to 
Mankind's petty trivialities makes one feel very, very small.

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