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The man finds himself wandering near craggy rocks and desert mountains.

He spots tourists walking in pairs looking at designated attractions and markers, but he has no interest in what they are looking at.

Deeper into the mountains sits a large temple which houses the holiest members of some unknown religion.

When he nears the main doors, he asks for entrance.

After walking through the doorway he feels compelled to ask an elder for permission to take photographs of their holy temple.

The wise old man says to him, "Why yes, of course."

He knew he didn't need to ask, but felt better having done so.

Without plan, and without following a map, he accidentally finds a walkway that brings him to a circular area that has a spectacular view of an ocean.

He is so struck by the beauty of the magnificent vista and the way the dusk light makes the mountains look purple, that he begins to weep uncontrollably.

"It's so beautiful", he sobs to himself. In his heart he knows that no other feeling of love or humility has come close to what he feels now.

In an effort to capture what he sees, he attempts to shoot a series of photos that will later be stitched into a panoramic. But he knows that it's futile and that nothing will replace what can be seen with the eye, and felt with the heart.

Description
The man finds himself wandering near craggy rocks and desert mountains.

He spots tourists walking in pairs looking at designated attractions and markers, but he has no interest in what they are looking at.

Deeper into the mountains sits a large temple which houses the holiest members of some unknown religion.

When he nears the main doors, he asks for entrance.

After walking through the doorway he feels compelled to ask an elder for permission to take photographs of their holy temple.

The wise old man says to him, "Why yes, of course."

He knew he didn't need to ask, but felt better having done so.

Without plan, and without following a map, he accidentally finds a walkway that brings him to a circular area that has a spectacular view of an ocean.

He is so struck by the beauty of the magnificent vista and the way the dusk light makes the mountains look purple, that he begins to weep uncontrollably.

"It's so beautiful", he sobs to himself. In his heart he knows that no other feeling of love or humility has come close to what he feels now.

In an effort to capture what he sees, he attempts to shoot a series of photos that will later be stitched into a panoramic. But he knows that it's futile and that nothing will replace what can be seen with the eye, and felt with the heart.