“Hell,” Jean-Paul Sartre famously wrote, “is other people.”
Overwhelmingly, I disagree. I’m not the world’s most socially-oriented person — I love quiet, solitary time for reading and writing and thinking — but I like people. A lot.
Sometimes, though, interacting with people can be, at best, a chore. And sometimes, especially when they’re posting on the Internet, and even more especially when they’re disposed to be hateful and nasty and hostile, they can indeed be hellish.
At such moments, images like that above — serene, unpopulated, and beautiful — beckon with especial power. And, in my worldview, they seem to intimate the existence of a place, a sphere, a world, that is far better than the fallen one in which we find ourselves.