On the fringes of that vastness, away from the collisions and the contact, a certain artistry prevails.
Who would have imagined that finding this inner vastness frees us from our compulsions, habits, judgments, freeing us from ourselves?
I describe it to people in terms of its vastness, its isolation from everything else.
The wonderful thing about being an American writer is you've got this vastness to draw from.
Every time the game loaded, there was a digital equivalent of the Big Bang: unimaginable vastness was created from almost nothing.
The rest of the country, as it turned out, was also magnetically drawn to the alien rock piles rising from vastness, and to native peoples who danced around flames.
The vastness and isolation from city life is something you would only think you can read about in adventure novels.
Entire communities were eradicated from the map in a country whose remote vastness hid the atrocities from the eyes of the world.
Or if there is, he or she will be a blogger or some other species of cyber-artist, working from home and conjuring the big story from the vastness of electronic space.
But what happens when mankind divorces itself from a true experience of the cosmos, separating from the vastness above, taming it by erasing it?
