Meditation takes many forms, one of which is depicted here. I am prostrate (the second "r" is critical),
expressing my humility in the face of this rocky grandeur. My head is not visible because it is
pressed against the sandstone in an attempt to convince the god of landscapes of my sincerity. A few
days after this act of supplication I was rewarded with rain, hail, thunder, and lightning near this
very spot. I did not take that as a favorable response to the act shown here. You can't win 'em all.

Out of respect for the seriousness of this act, my assistant (Joe Tripod) remained quiet throughout.
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