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It was another world when looked at this way, and one could look at relationships between the two, trees, rocks, rock and cliff faces, all of which I have a tendency to do anyway when in nature, or look for language of the Gods written in especially forever lasting rock shapes and structures. Of course this reflective wonderland would be missed by most. For me the idea was to read the two dimensions for whatever messages there might be contained. I did work out various scenarios of which, heaven only knows anymore.
A further idea I had used many times, was to try to find the proper place, in which what was to be seen, would become apparent. I called it the God seat, as a place where from no other angle would some particular symbolism be apparent. I looked for and tried out a number of spots besides the balcony of my camp site.
I got a few free days of this. Pretty much just sit all day and reflect in the coolest
place I could find. The primary rock wall which abutted my site was flat and straight up and down, tapering upwards to the south as a ridge, climbing for a time and then like a spine, flowing on southward. People had placed very small rocks in the little crevices of the wall-face making designs. Using a single rock crammed into a crevice as a foundation, more stones could be balanced building little edifices. Again something I disapproved of as the defacement of nature, but in this case I found myself, for something to do, erasing all that had gone before and creating my own, which might be seen as messages, art, or defacement by the next campers.
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