Ah yes, in our lives the beauty that steals breath is an exquisite find. Sublime and subtle, striking against the corruption of the mind that the internet imposes like a force of myth, we prevail. In the  Land of Talk, hushes of hair flowing and of worlds come undone by their sheer weight, blow by blow when gravity releases the locks holding it shackled like mounds of mass and rock set free after being crystallized in place by the heat of infinite friction. Wolves and trees, tornadoes and vacuums, the stark and the fertile. 

Sit in a comfortable undisturbed space and watch this.