To the waves, to the ways they curl to kiss and lap the sand, stone, and self.

To the stars you see far off incinerating the surounding dark.

To the mountain's sturdy architecture such aesthetic curvature

To the lines that connect it all: the space and the fissures to the shapes and the structures.

We see the correlation, observer. We dig through the layers of cause, mover. We learn the ways of the matrix, philosopher.