The greatness of America is rooted in her ability to remind the human spirit that the pursuit of liberty and happiness is always possible.
Mountains are slow. And they've seen much. Much more than you and me. Two-hundred and forty-one years ago, they patiently and quietly watched the sun beam its rays on the soon-to-be American plains. For centuries, they bore witness to indigenous tribes hunting and gathering and migrating and offering worship. And for thousands of years they had no vested interest in the rise and fall of powerful nations and civilizations somewhere below.
Countries are fast. They build and tear down and build back up. They celebrate and they argue and they bully and sometimes proselytize. They collect stuff, dump stuff, hide stuff, store stuff, and buy more stuff. They are also fertile grounds for needed change and miracles sprouting in rows, if only they knew how to sit still more often.