Arriving in another place—like this place, Kathmandu, with Himalayas visible beyond these forested foothills, their snow-capped peaks and grey rocks all hard and granite-like, while here, in the hills, the roads and cutaways are all dried clay—here it’s easy to contrast the difference to the flat sandy limestone of the Perth basin with everything, like rain, pulling down and away. Here, however, rising from the Kathmandu valley, up the first foothills, and up again all the way to the massive top-of-the-world peaks of the Himalayas it’s possible to be carried that way also inwardly. Up and up, rising from beneath your feet. One polarity, one extreme helps the other end of the spectrum be seen. One draws down, almost as if pulling the sun down into the earth, from the head, into the feet. While here, something rises up, not the earth exactly, but like some other kind of sun, from the earth, from the feet to the head above.