My Mind Is In A State Of

We Will Stomp To The Top With The Wind In Our Teeth.

Mountaineers Have Often Observed A Lack Of Clarity In Their Mental State At High Altitudes; It Is Difficult For The Stupid Mind To Observe How Stupid It Is.

One Comes To Bless The Absolute Bareness, Feeling That Here Is A Pure Beauty Of Form, A Kind Of Ultimate Harmony.

Gradually, Very Gradually, We Saw The Great Mountain Sides And Glaciers And Aretes, Now One Fragment And Now Another Through The Floating Rifts, Until Far Higher In The Sky Than Imagination Had Dared To Suggest The White Summit Of Everest Appeared.

To Struggle And To Understand. Never The Last Without The First. That Is The Law.