It is big. It is vast. It is barren. It is present. We drove mostly alone all day in Big Bend, its vastness separating us from the few others here. Coming to Big Bend is not a trip it is a pilgrimage, it's not a place it is a feeling, a meaningfulness like the power of being present. To come here you have to want to come. This is not a land that welcomes. It intimidates first. Even in the luxury of our cars its vastness still intimidates. You live here because she reminds you how quick nature can take your living. All living things here display a certain level of hardship, a picture of life being hard-won. This is what it does, but it does it with beauty. I told my lover, “Beauty produces conversation, " which is always about life and living. A well-lived life overcomes the many great obstacles to living while seeing the cherished Providence provides to flourish under those hardships. This produces beauty, and that is what Big Bend does. It produces the beautiful borne out in visible hardship.
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