When man drag their frail flesh and bone bodies up imponent, ruthless rocky and ice giants, risking and defying the most basics on being alive, is it only for the sake of simply doing it? Is it about the physical challenges? Sounds like a not enough reason to such risks. Or is there something more? Is it to question ourselves? Does it changes the way we se ourselves in the world? Our relation and connection to it? Does the vulnerability and insignificance felt in such harsh places makes us question the gift of life itself? And how we see others around us? Can it shape us as humans?
Quoting: "The mountains we climb are not only made of rock and ice, they are also made of hopes and dreams"
Can mountains help us summit the peak of our human existence?
My brain on 48 hour endless train trips.