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Controlling nature would be a tradition of modern man and his need to put the world in a heirarchical structure with himself at the top.

You knew if the desert was for you or not; If you were to feel lost or hopeless, it would be difficult for you to complete the Danakil. It wasn't heat, thirst or fatigue which would fail some. It would be the psychological effects of being alone with yourself in the world in the moment.

The sun was directly above his head. They would stop and feed the camels. The Guides would rest their bodies, but their minds would be active in preparing for the evening's game.


He had already decided to use his morning dream as his contribution to the game.

He liked looking at the sun through his closed lids. He thought of how he could describe a place which would have a sunlit filter over everything. The heat from the sun would effect the intensity of the filter. If he combined his dream then there would be two suns heating up the vision. In the distance he heard the call of the caravan. It was time to move on.

It was near dusk. There was a change in energy from the Guides. An announcement was made. One of the Guides spoke of transforming the world with their visions by transferring them to the minds of people from foreign lands. The desert was one of the few places which had remained little unchanged. Almost all other land had been altered to near destruction. The Guides decided it was time to use their visions to erase man's existing damage. ...>