Well...that makes me feel small.
I guess grand places such as Zion can have that effect. They can put you in your own tiny world amidst their huge vistas.
Like me climbing alone, a small speck in the night. Even extending out my climb into the 4th dimension leaves me feeling small. All that suffering. That evening spent climbing, panting my way up, foot after foot, hand jam after hand jam, 380 feet of movement ends in just a small streak of light.
But, that small streak of light has its own beauty, the beauty of smallness in a vast world. And for me, the memory of a night spent climbing in one of the most truly beautiful places on Earth