Standing at the rim of the Grand Canyon is like staring at a painting that extends past your periphery. The lines and colors that only mother nature can create. Its weird, thereâ€™s a duality of disconnect and awe (for me, atleast). You donâ€™t really feel like youâ€™re a part of it. Its separate. It is its own entity and you are completely insignificant, like riding the shoulder of a giant.