The Mesetas remind me of the God of the Old Testament, the one from Sunday School in the early 80s:
magnificent, and vast, and a little scary.
Sometimes it gives very clear directions, and at other times it feels like you’ve been wandering the desert for forty years.
One could write a whole book of Psalms about it, both songs of praise and of lamentations.
Sometimes it transmits a message.
Some parts just cannot be explained.
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