"The feeling of the country settled into him, the great emptiness and age of it, the feel of westward mountains old as time and plains as wide as forever and the blue sky flung across. The country didn't give a damn about a man or an animal. It let the buffalo and the antelope feed on it and the gophers dig and the birds fly and the men crawl around, but what did it care, being one with time itself?... ... Looking back, it was as if time ran into itself and flowed over, running forward from past times and running back from now so that yesterday and today were the same. Or maybe time didn't flow at all but just stood still while a body moved around in it."
~The Big Sky, A.B. Guthrie, Jr.