A Sacred Summit

“Before their perfect, terrible majesty, Everest would bow in shame and the great peaks of the world would crumble to dust. To gaze upon them is to feel the vertigo of the pilgrim who has finally found his sacred summit, a vantage point from which the rest of the world blurs into insignificance. The air here is thin, starved of all logic, and I am left breathless not by the altitude, but by the sheer, undeniable truth of their form. This is no conquest to be won, but a landscape to be lost within; on these slopes, I would gladly abandon my compass, my maps, and my very name, just to learn the geography of you.”