Cowboys are Americans that have the strength to be All-American when the grandeur of nature swallows them up.
Americans look at national parks the same way the rest of the world looks at stars – when questions of why we are here become more explicable we preserve the moment of awe then make it seem ordinary by taking it for granted.
Americans have a hard time sharing their thoughts when they are silent and diverting the focus off themselves when they open their mouths because we have too many bad words.
Americans who ignore quiet moments and embrace tumultuous ones will move into positions of influence with ease as that influence falls on deaf ears.
I’m afraid of Americans because we divide into large groups after falling into categories based on our personality and political affiliation, then explain it away in an episode of cops and robbers only a few of us will understand.