But I also sensed that this degree of quiet was too much. It was alien. Even against the backdrop of my own hoarse breath, the sounds my feet made walking, this sky, these mountains, this desert, were excessively big. They seemed to me a presence, an overpowering entity definable only by what they were not. The enormity of comprehending them overwhelmed my resources.

George Michelsen Foy, Zero Decibels, loc. 222