When I first saw Chinese landscape painting, I thought it was very strange. It didn't look at all like any landscapes I'd seen before (except possibly the blue hills of Kentucky, though even then the scale was nothing approaching that of the paintings), so I assumed it was mostly just a style of representation. But when I saw the photographs, I realized that it wasn't stylized much at all, it's actually a fairly accurate representation of a landscape that itself looks strange (to me, at least). And from there you can sort of see the origin of the kind of awestruck relation with nature in the poetry, viewed neither as actively overwhelming nor as a secondary detail but as a major and accepted part of life. I'm certainly not a scholar of this sort of thing, but those are the impressions I got, anyway.
the mist/fog of uncertainties that envolope us revealing the path ahead at times but only briefly and before we can even make sense of what that path is the mist/fog close in again and we are still in the fog
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the mist/fog of uncertainties that envolope us
revealing the path ahead at times
but only briefly
and before we can even make sense of what that path is
the mist/fog close in again
and we are
still
in the fog
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