On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
Cormac McCarthyTag: life loneliness desolation
The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.
Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.
The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.
Dare to breach the surface and sink.
Tag: world profound water danger mysteries illusion mystery ecology ocean hidden deep contradiction depth desert bones within skin contrast desolation riches occult dust dangers delve depths dig drought dry eco innards inside inside-out inward membrane microcosm obscure obscured outside plenty profundity richness scarcity skin-deep superficial surface without
Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.
Haruki MurakamiTag: landscape desolation horizon hallucination cosmic
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
John KeatsTag: sadness depression desolation
In the desert, the only god is a well.
Vera NazarianTag: god religion faith water worship need desert deity desolation well fountain oasis source
(This place) presumed to be a town then, but was hardly more than a word under a tin roof.
Beryl MarkhamTag: small-towns desolation
(This town) doesn't look like anything; it isn't anything. Its five tin-roofed huts cling to the skinny tracks of the Uganda Railway like parasites on a vine.
Beryl MarkhamTag: small-towns desolation
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyTag: inspirational desolation monster
Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.
Antonia MichaelisTag: anna desolation abel color-blue
...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
John GeddesTag: life poetry memories moments the-past desolation keepsakes
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