The world is an astounding thing; the life it sustains, the beauty it exhibits, the phenomena it demonstrates. It’s awe-inspiring. Such a wonder is something unfeasible to exude. Many at times, the scene painted before me leaves me flabbergasted, the image branded into me from then on in an unidentifiable way. I presume that I gawk at the world with histrionic eyes, but the greatness of it all is hardly something necessitating discern. And as the silhouettes of houses, telephone poles, fencing, and the magnificence of sinuous hills border the brilliant blue of the skyline so distinctively, orange clouds dot the view. There must be something greater out there.