Legs dangling off a cliff, man seeing vast world before him
Here he appreciates his smallness, realizing true life to be found on the edge (though not teetering)
Smoke in his face, though he lets not it into his lungs, as he
Patiently tends his fire, looking thoughtfully for all resources
Here man appreciates what it takes to get mere warmth, a classic thing taken for granted
He swims alone in waters, thinking, There's no one here.
It all functions without man operating the machine.
He sees initial, original beauty, from which all other beauty came
And he paddles onward, or hikes onward, but no matter the means, he always goes onward
Not to progress but to explore
What an amazing opportunity
