The tube may be just a mirror that reflects us accurately as being without spiritualism and very largely deceived by our myths of materialism. Besides the sweeping view there are small beauties on the rock too. Hearing for the first time the song of the Little Woodswallow. Graceful flight of the Rainbow Birds. Jewels in the sun as they launch out to catch insects from a bonsai fig tree high on the cliff.
Small ugliness is there too.
Cigarette butts and ring pulls from cans. Standing high on Obirr rock gives us all a view that sweeps away consciousness of self and replaces self with a wonder and respect for that amazing mosaic of wetlands, dry forest, gallery forest and rock shelters, the rough walls of the Arnhem Land escarpment that held Europeans at bay for so long. Around is is a scene of fantastic productivity, a clear sky full of sunlight as the energy source for a carpet of grasses, water plants and forest which are being harvested by unseen millions of insects and thousands of birds of many species. High above the fire front the Black Kites wheel seeking to profit from the misfortune of others. Brolgas in pairs.