My friends, are you ever surprised to find mountain views in your mirrors? Are you, like me, an amateur mountain maker in the mind, but not always as much an avid hiker in spirit? Every procrastinated decision, a seed today a peak tomorrow? Stepping stones dislodged into falling boulders?
Have you thought it over and gotten back about it yet? Has a decision been reached? If you think up too many possibilities, you'll lose the initiative of lava and find yourself looking up at a range of towering, majestic errands. Do you have the strength to scale days where even the most mundane chores have been turned snow-capped? How many answers have been within our reach before we too rashly built up their questions?
And now, once again, we're strapping on our boots. What's one more self-inflicted climb? We've hardened ourselves to this life through persistent abstraction. But tomorrow, my goal is different: to conserve my strength and sculpt while the stone is still warm. I'll reserve myself for mountains that I had no hand in building up.