I recognize the beauty of western North Dakota. It is like the ocean in many, many ways.
I am reminded of the ocean when I look across the rolling prairie. When I look out across it, it is empty, there is nothing there. It is beautiful because of its vastness and emptiness.
It is frightening in its emptiness and desolation. Even though I admire it, it makes me feel uneasy. It is desolate and barren. I can never forget how cold it gets, how the wind blows, how poor it is, and how hard it is to survive.
I only enjoy looking at it, when I am sitting someplace warm and safe, like my vehicle, and I have money. I never want to be forced to work outside in the wind and cold ever again, and to be at the mercy of other people in North Dakota.
It is exactly like being on a ship at sea. There are no women. Everything is fine when you are warm and dry, and can look out upon the ocean. When there is a storm, and you have to be out in the wind and rain, it is miserable. When the weather is bad, you realize how close you are to dying.