The moutians we climb are not made only by rock and ice but also dreams and desire. The mountains we climb are mountains of mind.
It's not exploration but queuing, this is the modern industry of ascent, in which the risks are often taken most by those who have least..
Born of life, born of force, mountains move. Over epochs, they rise and fall. This is the symphony of the Earth. A rhythm of uplift and erosion that makes not waves of water but waves of stone. And from these waves flows life.
Time has flown over you, but left its shadow behind.
Those who dance are considered mad by those who cannot hear the music.