Neutrality- Smokey cape shrouds the mountains, drifting through rows of dimly silhouetted trees, rising. Mountains and mountains and mountains thick and sprawling with dark green and with hard sheaths of rock. Sheer cliffs. I cannot see the tips of the hills for gods mist. These roads snake and slice the rough warm earth as we course, too slow, along them. Past houses, storybook roofs sparse and so in and out of place in this vast genevian landscape. Rays catching, falling, spilling over the crest of a great green mountain crest. Blue misty shadows shape the clear sky in the evening light in the valley that seems to me to touch eternity. I understand why one would chose to discover the god particle here. Over the crest rises a brighter mountain, blasted pale rock. Now descending the hill, great walls of scattered community in thick rock nesting, couched, amongst the green mysterious trees.