Where's the Majesty?

When I was 9 years old my family and I visited the Grand Canyon. People fluttered in and gawked with gaping mouths and popping eyes at this miracle. I stood at the railing, looked over the edge looked across it looked at the crowds' atonishment. For the life of me, I could not understand it. I could not help but wonder what made it so special. These people only seemed to believe it's so stupendous because they've always been told so. Where's the majesty, I thought to myself. This event, to me, only serves as proof of man's disconnect from nature. I was a genius when I was a child.