A speech on the profanity of speech when in the presence of…

Standing before the mountains, I am tempted to make a speech on the sublimity of this landscape; in an attempt to suck its juice, to conquer such moment with words and reason.
But no, I won’t say a word.
I will only count the peaks and figure out the colours; take a good deep breath and fill my body with the scent of nature. Then, having had our dialogue of silence,
I will take a picture of the scene in my head and leave it there to wither, as this is what eternity eventually will do to these mountains.