Mountain Page #2
How has it come to this?
The mountains as a stage
set for a pumped-up
poker game of high
stakes and high returns.
All driven by big brands and online views.
Many who traveled among the tops are half in love with themselves
And half in love with oblivion.
Today's mountain mania culminates on Everest.
Where the wish to test one's limits
Or to battle one's
demons draws thousands
of people to the peak each year.
Attempting Everest
offers a way for the
ordinary person to be
briefly extraordinary.
But the nature of the challenge has in many ways changed.
This isn't climbing anymore.
It's queuing.
This isn't exploration.
It's crowd control.
This is the modern industry of ascent.
In which the risks are often taken most by those who have least.
But mountains exceed our command.
They slip our grip.
And there is no glory for those who are left behind.
Mountains are so much
more than a challenge...
Or an adversary to be overcome.
For mountains humble the human instinct.
And reveal our insignificance.
They live in deep time. In a way that we do not.
Behind and beyond the
mountains stretch
eons too fast for
us to comprehend.
They were here long before we were even dreamed of.
They watched us arrive.
They will watch us leave.
Born of fire.
Born of force.
Mountains move.
Over epochs they rise and fall.
This is the symphony of the Earth.
erosion that makes
not waves of water...
But waves of stone.
And from these waves of stone flows life.
Being in the mountains can
ignite our astonishment
at the simplest transactions
of the living world.
Anyone who has been among mountains knows their indifference.
Has felt a brief blazing sense of the world's disinterest in us.
In small measures...
This feeling exhilarates.
In full form... It annihilates.
Coming back to Earth from the high peaks
You can feel like a stranger.
Bearing experiences
that are beyond
expression... And beyond price.
Time has flown over you but left a shadow behind.
Mountains don't seek our love...
Or seek our deaths.
They want nothing from us.
And yet... They shift the way we see ourselves.
They weather our spirits.
Challenge our arrogance.
Restore our wonder.
More than ever...
We need their wildness.
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