Once in a while you find a place on earth that becomes your very own. A place undefined. Waiting for you to bring your colour, your self. A place untouched, unspoiled, undeveloped. Raw, honest, and haunting. No one, nothing is telling you how to feel or who to be. Let the mountains have you for a day…’cos we live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.
The first question which you will probably ask and which I must try to answer is this “What is the use of climbing mountains?” and my answer must at once be: “IT IS NO USE!” There is not the slightest prospect of any gain whatsoever. Oh, we may learn a little about the behaviour of the human body at high altitudes, and possibly medical men may turn our observation to some account for the purposes of aviation. But otherwise, nothing will come of it. We shall not bring back a single bit of gold or silver, not a gem, nor any coal or iron…So if you cannot understand that there is something in men which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward, and forever upward, then you won’t see why we go. What we get from the adventure is sheer joy. And joy is, after all, the end of life…
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