I sit at the base of a craggy-faced rock buried to its hips in loam, unveiling the geology of this place. “Is this the world?” I asked. “Or the one my mind creates?"                                                         —As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident...                                                             "I awoke with a wolf, or a large dog, standing next to me. Maybe I was still dreaming?" “It was a wolf,” she replied. "Last night, a pack was seen crossing the valley—not to witness, but to be found out."