strange brew

A step lower and strangeness creeps in: perceiving that the world is "dense",
sensing to what a degree a stone is foreign and irreducible to us,
with what intensity nature or a landscape can negate us.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman,
and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees
at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them,
henceforth more remote than a lost paradise.
The primitive hostility of the world rises up to face us across millennia.”


-A Camus