Meditation on Climbing - A single uncertain wire and burning pumped arms, moments of destiny, and crossroads of fate But having taken out the crux on a long feared lead it’s through the last easy finishing moves that you really feel like a climber, beautiful moments, I will always hunger for them distant as they are now It’s the tactility of climbing and the hardly believable sights but most of all it’s the grin on a comrade’s countenance appearing improbably from the abyss Mountains do not challenge us, these irrelevant excrescencies of the earth, inert and inanimate as they are, no we challenge ourselves and in those sweet but fleeting moments of our triumph assuage but for a little while the nagging fear of insignificance and mortality Trick our hearts that we are at least a little more than shadows, an ephemeral chaotic dance of atoms Andy Rockspex
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 19:36:06 +0000
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