Desert of Arabia: two million square kilometers, occupying almost the entire peninsula. Nine hundred miles from the border of Yemen to the mountains of Oman and another five hundred from the south coast of Saudi Arabia to the Persian Gulf. In the middle is just sand, sand, wild, desert in the desert, the huge and desolate that even the Arabs call it Rub al Khali: The Empty Quarter. (...)
(...) The clouds gather, rain falls, men live. The clouds disperse, the land without rain, people and animals died. No rhythm of the seasons, no sap flowing, just left blank where the change in temperature that marks the passing of time, months and years. Dry earth, rugged, never easy and never nice. Yet men have lived here since the dawn of the world. They left only a few stones were blackened by fire where the camps, only invisible paths among the rocks, everything else is sand, a sea of \u200b\u200bshifting sand and wind that sweeps away every footprint, such as those of the past thousands of years ago . Generations after generations have lived here for the simple and inescapable reason that they were born here. Screw equal to if 'and those of the same ancestors, difficulties and hardships because they accepted has never known any other way to survive. Screw Bedouins, strenuous and terrible, but life is not death into life. No one can escape the same, no one can escape the label of the desert. (...)
(...) Life here can reach the deepest depths of pain and terror. the nakedness of these scare most of the forest lands and more obscure. By day a merciless sun makes us feel insignificant, like cockroaches that slip on the sand dunes. Only the night we borrowed a few feet of land to assemble a camp, and we sat around the fire experience an intense feeling of home. Above us, a family of screen stars and the immense mystery of space. (...)
(...) In the desert, where everything not strictly necessary is simply an encumbrance. In the desert, where I learned the simple contentment of a full belly, the richness of the meat, water purity, satisfaction in the difficulties, pleasure abstinence, ecstasy in her sleep and where I knew the happiness in the warmth of a fire at sunset.
(Wilfried Thesiger - Arabian Sands)
Nobody has left monuments because the desert so if you take them. You do not drink alcohol and women walk around covered in black, cut their heads here and it is still by hand, by good craftsmen. Because the mark of the desert still there when the desert is no more. Why is the void in the person who tells me the way inside. The desert life is simple but not easy. And its consequences are something profound, that it is not for us to judge.
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