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but does the old man hear that and despair, thinking his life is insignificant when compared to the mountain? or rejoice because he has the wisdom to see that the world exists in its own right, rather than existing only so that he may conquer it?
The man, knowing he can think of more useful and interesting things than climbing an essentially brainless mass of rock and soil plus some scraggy vegetation, should rejoice.
The old man knows the mountain casues rain to fall and is happy for the fertile soil in the valley below. He is filled with awe at the size of the mountain and pleased that it provides a protective barrier for his village.
Little does the mountain know that man can blast off it’s top in order to to sap it’s energy – or clear cut it’s forests or poison it’s wildlife. Then of course the mountain could also self destruct by blowing it’s own top and spewing ash everywhere. Perhaps the only hope is for the man to grow to understand the magestic quality of mountain and coexist with respect and joy.
Perhaps the mountain grows weary of seeing all perish before it. Perhaps the mountain is left to contemplate its own eventual demise.
Perhaps there is a challenge in the words spoken to the young man.
A challenge not for the young man, but for the mountain.
Does the world, itself, grow weary of a life too long?
but does the old man hear that and despair, thinking his life is insignificant when compared to the mountain? or rejoice because he has the wisdom to see that the world exists in its own right, rather than existing only so that he may conquer it?
The man, knowing he can think of more useful and interesting things than climbing an essentially brainless mass of rock and soil plus some scraggy vegetation, should rejoice.
The old man knows the mountain casues rain to fall and is happy for the fertile soil in the valley below. He is filled with awe at the size of the mountain and pleased that it provides a protective barrier for his village.
Little does the mountain know that man can blast off it’s top in order to to sap it’s energy – or clear cut it’s forests or poison it’s wildlife. Then of course the mountain could also self destruct by blowing it’s own top and spewing ash everywhere. Perhaps the only hope is for the man to grow to understand the magestic quality of mountain and coexist with respect and joy.
Hear! Hear!
Perhaps the mountain grows weary of seeing all perish before it. Perhaps the mountain is left to contemplate its own eventual demise.
Perhaps there is a challenge in the words spoken to the young man.
A challenge not for the young man, but for the mountain.
Does the world, itself, grow weary of a life too long?