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| perfectly_chaotic |
Inconvenience and handcramps are often the cradle of the inspiration to write. One could sit before a mountain and aspire to climb it only to find themselves putting it off; instead writing about the the mountains, or were they molehills, contained in their mind. To renounce the illusory mountains is to begin to find the joy of climbing mountain climbing. It is in the peaks, the valleys, the foot of the mountain which extends to the bottoms of oceans, the ants, the loneliness of a crowded room, the fullness of the empty mountain air. What great inspiration there is contained within each moment on the mountain's path. The horror and joy of loneliness. The terror and happiness of encountering others whose own respective paths cross one's own. |
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| unhinged | of_molehills_and_mountains | 110502 |
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| unhinged | a_molehill_out_of_a_mountain ? | 110502 |