Luyện nghe bài hát At the Foot of Mount Driskill

We are but antlings, vain in our assumptions. We
to grasp at the unfathomable. We would
presume to it as man, to give it names, to speak its
intention. Yet we are humbled the shadow of true
greatness. Now the earth rises to meet our gaze.
We are but fleas. We are but lice. We are nothing.
Insignificant. Dust motes blown away by the of
time. Vague of no consequence. Vanquished
are the fires in the eyes of the I knew. Just as they
are deafened to my wasted breath. one more
wasted than the you can bet. Now I see through
the illusion of permanence. I am in the
presence of vastness. are my tools of science, of
religion. There is no of limitless power. We
are at peace in our minor, role. Accept our
frail, lives.