Musings after Vegas...

I remember looking out beyond the glittering lights of Las Vegas to the desert mountains beyond and thinking "This would be a good place for a monastery." And I can understand how people in days gone by, full up of all the lights and attractions of their time but empty of soul, would choose the desert to find God. The harsh, clean, absence of the extraneous world that clogged their spirit must have had an attraction to souls weary of everything and seeking emptiness as an antidote.