A desolate tale of a man who becomes trapped in a sand pit by a desert community.
However, there was no reason to think of the life in the holes and the beauty of the landscape as being opposed to each other. Beautiful scenery need not be sympathetic to man. His own viewpoint in considering the sand to be a rejection of the stationary state was not madness... a 1/8mm flow... a world where existence was a series of states. The beauty of sand, in other words, belonged to death.
p 183.
However, there was no reason to think of the life in the holes and the beauty of the landscape as being opposed to each other. Beautiful scenery need not be sympathetic to man. His own viewpoint in considering the sand to be a rejection of the stationary state was not madness... a 1/8mm flow... a world where existence was a series of states. The beauty of sand, in other words, belonged to death.
p 183.