tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665131596609359244.post2528733136114879386..comments2023-10-02T19:41:28.598-07:00Comments on Gnarly River: Day 11 : Mt San Jacinto and DownScott Gnilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17773565789292683449noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665131596609359244.post-31470035686785644952016-05-18T22:15:22.823-07:002016-05-18T22:15:22.823-07:00In your description of being an observer, quote &q...In your description of being an observer, quote "I am an observer far above looking down on life going by ... Cars as so small that they are almost invisible, dust mites. In each of these there are people going about their lives, completely oblivious to the eyes watching them from the mountain." I can only imagine that there must be something larger, or higher up, maybe as in a higher power, looking down upon us, and we are so busy that we ARE oblivious most of the time, to their watchful,eyes also! Just a thought that you sparked.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16554397555781481448noreply@blogger.com