"Tom," said the puppy, licking its nose, "this glacier makes me feel so small!" And Tom said, "It makes me feel so young—not just because its enormity reminds me of being little, when everything in the whole world seemed to be bigger than I was, but also because its imposing ancientness whispers a practiced verse about how briefly I've shared its space upon this rock. I meet its stoic gaze and I think about all the history through which it has stood, everything it knows, everything it has seen, and I cannot even contemplate the vastness of the things I don't know and never will." And the puppy said, "That makes me feel a little guilty about peeing on the glacier." And Tom said, "Such is the life of a titan of nature, puppy."
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