Victoria Falls, also called Mosi o Tunya, ‘the smoke that thunders’, spans 1708 metres and falls 108 metres making it the worlds largest waterfall. Wandering along the paths across the gorge, awed by the tremendous pounding of the water, and laughing, being caught up in the fun of being soaked by the spray, I was, as I am every time I stand on the cliffs gazing at the falls, struck by a feeling of smallness. Not small in the sense of insignificant. Perhaps in fact there is a very real significance in this particular sense of smallness. There is something majestic about these falls that throws my attention out of myself, and makes it clear how large, how overwhelmingly large, this world we live in is, and how small I am. In day-to-day life I am the centre of my world, the point from which I experience all around me, the first person narrator in my story. But standing in front of this staggeringly stunning thunderous sheet of water, I am drawn out of this centre and for a few brief moments my body is soaked with a tangible sense of smallness and the spectacular beauty and immensity of our world is crystallized, not as an abstract piece of knowledge but as a concrete embodied sense of being brought to my knees.

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