I went running this morning. The sun was rising and my shadow stretched fifty feet to my right as I ran toward the south ridge. When I got to my favorite view, the green grassy tuffs seemed to soak up the sun and glint in my eyes. Each pebble stood out in the sunlight. As I rounded the bend, the left where I return to camp but can see the old road descend into the next valley, I dropped into the saddle of the double crest ridge. I could see all around me but I couldn't see camp. In fact, I couldn't see anybody else, no gers, just land in all directions and the most beautiful aspect of Mongolia - no fences. The horizon is about 150km away and in all directions, I was alone. That point of my run is like a flashback on life - a point at which I see myself engulfed in the enormity of the Earth. All my passions dissolve into the abyss but strangely become magnified for what they truly are. All obstacles fade. The path, the way to live, becomes clear. It all becomes clear, intention is all that matters. I love that place. I've never been anywhere else like it. I imagine it's similar to being in the ocean and not seeing land. As I run up over the last crest and camp comes into view, its tiny anchor seems to give way to the essential force that is life. It will fade away. The sun will rise and fall.