Setting up camp just after completing a 13-kilometer desert crossing, we rested behind a big tree. Our porters silently lit a fire, and I vividly remember the profound silence of that moment. This fire became the heart of our evening, used to bake bread and cook dinner under a star-filled sky. Stripped of all comforts, we were left with nothing but the earth, the sand, the fire, and the air, fully present in that peaceful silence that spoke volumes.