[ IP ] The Earth Colossus

I remember when I first watched the horizon move across the setting sun in march towards the land I called my first home. The living earth that crossed the plains in a gait had many names. A soured old man scarred by sixty years of life shared with the monument spat out the names given to it over the course of time; Old Pillar-Foot, the Gypsy Mountain, the Earth Colossus. A boy can do only but stare at the constant and foreseeable destruction. A man and his family can only move on, move further down its path. There is no climbing high enough or digging deep enough to escape it. 
 
 Though immeasurable in size, the Earth Colossus does move slowly and mostly without perceivable direction. Countless lives have been dedicated to the patterns in which it walks. No truer writings have shared more than words of drastic optimism. All men who seek to build upon the land will never be king over that which reminds us all that ruin is the ultimate outcome few years if no lesser away. 
 
 So we build because we must. Men still fight men after all. Walls and weapons are made to protect ourselves from other people, not Old Pillar-Foot. That's not to say that no man has ever made an effort to end the great menace. However, the task seems most sober when it is out of sight or some distance away that it seems no bigger than a man's thumb at width. The truth is that no man can suffer the impact of a single footfall within an arrow's loose. 
 
 Whatever sins we've committed to warrant the beast, whatever reason the lands placed us insects under the crumbling rocks, it seems that we yearn only to survive. We may never understand its nature, or our own, but as long as the Earth Colossus moves, so will we. 
 
 Edit: Replaced word:'among' - >'under' the crumbled rocks.
