urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kirili "But if no one will sing it, who will know?" Lebarcham 2008-09-26T17:03:12Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kirili:53683 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2008-09-26T17:03:12Z <font face="palatino linotype"><br /><br />Driving through the curving roads on a rainforest path, the man behind the wheel who comes as often as he can to spend a night or two in the forest tells us that in the forest he feels small. <br /><br />"You usually feel very big then?" I crudely make a crack.<br /><br />"No, it's not like that…" <br /><br />"It's a joke, just a joke…" I try to play it down. That good feeling of smallness was there, but I didn't know how to explain it.<br /><br />But listening to Jon Stewart talk about a man he admires, using these words:<br /><br />"You make me feel small. You make me want to be better. And to have that effect on people, I think that's best gift you can give to those around you."<br />- Jon Stewart<br /><br />I think I've found some small way of what it feels like in the sheer utterness of the rainforest, as an ambling observer.<br /><br />The rainforest makes you feel small. It makes you want to be better. <br /><br /></font>