The land white sky purest of blue settlements rising on distant hills taking the form of the hill the lines of ***** going all the way up to the hilltop then suddenly bursting into a monastery flags flying high chants flowing along with wind people humbled by nature searching the meaning of life yet life continues in the wretches of nature no rain, no snow, a few lakes and desolation a cold desert, with a few specks of life hard mountains, soft valleys a few passes here and there here nature is unforgiving it will eat you alive if you stray no help for thousands of miles and yet people want to live no conveniences of a sprawling metropolis no rapid transport systems a lonely walk down the hill to fill water a steep climb uphill to the destination life slowed down to enable sustenance life slowed down to a breathtaking reverie