It just occurred to me stood up here inhaling the strath that this is my sort of Glasgow, not Glasgow With Style, since all style is an aberration of the One and ultimate perfection, but Glasgow With Stile as in 'up above the streets and houses and all that noise'. In other words, Glasgow from the hills. This is the only (onely) way to see Glasgow in all her beautiful entirety, from her edges and braes... and stiles. Otherwise, all you're going to see is anthropo-centric 'noise' that purports to be Glasgow. But the real Glasgow - the real anything - is that which has had its thick film of noise removed from it. That means Nature unmediated, and that means glas chu and the grey-green hollow without people present (since people now, with all their add-ons and accessories, have given up their presence). It also means, if like me you live in the city, getting out of the city, galvanizing the bodymind in doing so, and revelling in the revelations that Glasgow's peripheral hills provide.
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