The original: It was nice to come up here to the wilderness just to take a breath. No one ever made their way up here, and when they did, they were always gone once the spectacular sunrise was over. No, these summer midafternoons were mine, all mine. I could relax, listen to the creek and the wildlife that surrounded me. If I closed my eyes, I could hear the whispers of the cattails gossiping or the creak of the trees as they discussed the virtues and drawbacks of different philosophical ideals. By the time the pine trees brought up Descartes, I was fully invested. This was my place, my home,…