When I say that I love the desert, what is it that I say I am loving? The scorching sands of day and the freezing sands of night? The many different shapes of the dunes? The starry sky and enormous moon, like a living, lost star? The solitude? The emptiness? Perhaps I only loved the concept of the desert, and perhaps I loved it because I wanted to be like it. I love the desert because it is the place of absolute possibility: the place where the horizon has the breadth that a person deserves and needs. The desert: that metaphor for the infinite.
Pablo d’Ors, excerpt from The Friend of the Desert
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