Have you ever been in a building with tall ceilings?
(“Yes,” you say.)
On Sunday I went and studied (which I usually don’t do on Sundays) at UW’s library, which is incredibly beautiful and has been juxtaposed with one of the finest schools (Hogwarts). You stare with mystical awe at the grandiose physique of the building’s walls and the ornate art of the ceiling.
Isn’t it funny then that when we’re outside and the sky’s the limit, we rarely feel the same way?