I starred intently at the pages for what seemed to be days. Informed of others' truths or honest lies, I lift my eyes to the valley below and remembered where I was and why I was here. Brought by the ambitions of others, but with my own quiet purpose. Lists of music and mystery remind me of the reality I will undoubtedly return to. A collecting abundance of clouds over the heads of mountaintops direct my thoughts to ' Da Vinci's deluge and the potential serenity of destruction.