Orchid Win7 v1 escreveu:
> 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.

sounded like the beginning of some Lovecraft...

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