Warning: Philosophical flight ahead, soaring high into the ether, bearing little or no entertainment value and no direct references to Mormonism, the election, or Prop 8. Just so you know.
These fall mornings, to get blood going to my brain, I walk out into the desert near my house. A few days ago I went up onto a nearby ATV route that beats a bare path south. This I followed a short distance, heading to a spot having clear views east to Sleeping Ute Mountain in Colorado, southeast to Shiprock in New Mexico, and south-southeast to the Carrizo Mountains in Arizona.
A Motley Vision 