A D-train Passenger Views Outside :: Land Beauty Essays

A D-train Passenger Views OutsideThe passenger realizesas the light of the sunset passes through the gaps in the skyscrapersthat what he sees is good.The glittering reddish skyslowly disappears as the clouds flythe train descends as the make passes byinto the darkness of the underground.It is a dead reckoning most of us will encounter if we ever take the New York subway over the Manhattan Bridge at sunset. Many times I sop up seen this panorama, but it still does not fail to capture me, to draw me away from my book, and to the window. Then while the bridge-columns flash by the windows, in the gaps, like an old movie, the intellection unrolls in all its beauty. How did our ancient ancestors feel when they saw this spectacular sight? (I mean the ancient of a few decades ago.) I really cant tell you, because I never was an ancient, and if I saw one, that is not one of the topics that we discussed. But I can tell you how a very intelligent redbrick man pretends of it. (That would b e me. I am also very humble.) I feel that it is a wondrous sight, if you think about it. But only if you think about it. A being less cultured, in a specific way, would not regard the sight as pulchritudinous, inspiring, wondrous, exalting or stupefying. He likely would not even know if those words exist. He would probably say that it is, well, big. To him it is not necessarily beautiful. We can only understand that it must be beautiful since so much work was put into it, so many people contributed to it and built it, so many breakthroughs had to be achieved prior to the conception, that this site is the culmination of the millennia of military personnel history and science that came before it. Now isnt that inspiring? (It sure sounds inspiring if you ask me. It even has some pretty long words, so it rectify be inspiring.) I look at the unfolding view and, subliminally, I think of all the things mentioned above, and only then do I consider the view beautiful. The aforementioned u ncultured being looks at it, and finds it big.In his essay A First American Views His Land, N. Scott Momaday tried to express the beauty of that pour down that he lived in, and the feelings he personally, and Native Americans in general, had toward that land.