The top of a mountain is always an event for men. A day out, a world record, some kind of challenge. For birds and sheep it's nothing. They got there looking for food, aimlessly wandered their way to the summit then headed off to the next one oblivious to any achievement. Why do we go up there? It's only half way. A cold, windy, inconvenient place to eat sandwiches and drink tea from a flask. You can't stay up there. No food, no water. But there is satisfaction up there and you get to keep it. Starting out at the bottom and ending in the same spot a change has taken place. "I went up there and now I'm back and it feels good. I saw the top and from there the bottom looks good." Back at the bottom everything is the same except those who went up top, tired, sore, weary, happy, satisfied. "I went up that mountain." "What did you find up there?" "Nothing much. But when I got back down I had memories and a smile."
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