Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Crust

Map it all you like.  The fabric of this planet, bent, folded and riven with a thousand kinds of riddles and pockets, cloaked in vastness, drenched by time, layered in paradox, woven over with water and blasted by the sun will never, ever fail to mesmerize me with its mystery.  The rock speaks.  The geostoke abides.

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