And the fog of blowing snow,
My eyes beheld a mountain like none before.
The mountain I saw was an old man.
He stood tall, proud, and eternal,
And would no sooner be conquered than a pioneer's will.
I stood there with that old man
In both respect and awe.
He talked with me and told me a secret.
There is no overcoming nature.
There is no rising beyond the everlasting.
There is only the inevitable joining with it.
I took these words as a child
Looking on them with wonder and suspicion.
Then when I saw the truth in it
I looked up in the old man's sad eyes,
And joined my spirit with his.
He listened to my story as I had his
Then took my hand and slowly lead me on.
I gave that old man my spirit; my wonder.
He gave me strength gathered since creation.
You ask me who was the stronger, he or I
I say you've got it wrong,
It?s he and I.
*In dedication to my friends Actinide and Lucid.
May you always find your way among the thorns.
