While the woman drank-in her surroundings, the guide described mighty forces that had carved the panorama. A flash of lightning created a hauntingly lovely stand of blackened branches, now home to particular wildlife that thrived in just such environs, an avalanche was responsible for the flower-strewn river of rock, a mudslide for the mountainside meadow, dotted with daisies; disease had wiped out leaves to reveal pure artistry in gnarled branches. The woman was surprised to realize that the most GLORIOUS pockets of scenery spawned from DISASTER! Natural disaster.
She viewed the landscape with new eyes. What would she see if lightning and fire and avalanche and mudslide had never occurred? How would this vista appear had disaster never struck? Rolling green hills, she mused; pretty enough, but no comparison to the bold magnificence of the present view. No comparison at all.
See it right.
All is well.