Monday, July 14, 2014

How small those mountains looked from space! Little wrinkles on the skin of a globe he could cover with his hand, all their crushing mass made invisible. Which was illusory, distance or nearness? Distance, Miles decided. Distance was a damned lie.

- "Mountains of Mourning", Lois McMaster Bujold

1 comment:

8c2cf9a4-1ddc-11e4-91c9-ab8fb8161dac said...

And indeed it is.
Untill one has to walk.