Nothing in nature can compare with the awareness of mountains: the forest is mysterious and filled with secrets, the rivers are playful or majestic, the lakes are beautiful, the seas are enthusiastic and inspiring, the oceans are grandiose, the steppes are spacious ... - and mountains have all this. I can peer into this calm grandeur for hours, examine each ledge, each meander of ridges and peaks ... - and let my thoughts fly. Here, in the mountain gorges, thoughts get complete freedom: they do not need to think, they just fly as they want, gathering in intricate patterns or making a dive, tied into some kind of memorable knots or straightened out with a long thread of memory ... But they all certainly strive up to the top. Each thought that arises necessarily travels through the most inaccessible mountain heights, examines these heights and is blissful from contact with purity, dignity ...
