The Sublime

Here in Thailand i am in a constant reminder of the feeling of the sublime. The Sublime being this notion of pure insignificance of man in nature. I remember learning of this idea in art class last summer and cannot seem to get it out of my head, it just keeps reoccurring. From ancient Chinese ink tapestries to today while i was sitting on a large rock-looked like granite/rose quartz-that jutted out into the gulf. I was sitting int eh midst of a formation watching as the waves below me crashed into even larger boulders, enveloping them in her foam. Nothing but the strong yet rhythmic sounds of these waves filled my ears as the afternoon sun set behind tall trees to my right, coloring the sky with hues of orange, pink, purple and yellow. To my left, nothing but a horizon of water. It's a peaceful feeling that humbles the soul; allows you to remove yourself in contemplation and gaze in awe at the true splendor of that which is not made by man.