Saturday, July 30, 2005

Climbing up the mountain, navigating the slippery trails which consist more of vines, roots and rocks.
Reaching the summit is my only goal. i think of nothin else. My motivation to push myself. The potential sense of achievement.

*makes the last push up the rocks
*gutteral sounds

The bedazzling view, greenery in front, the coast behind.The awe and majesty of the whole experience just dwarfs me. The huge ego temporarily bottled. Just a new respect for life, fuel for adventure and just the opportunity to sit down and reflect. Looking out into the horizon i realise the vulnerabilty of everything, thoughts, emotions, dreams.

The experience shapes the result. If i didnt have fun, i wouldnt have enjoyed it as much now. Moving through the brush, glimpses of the waterfalls, the reality of those dreams at night. A hermit's existence beckons.

An independent dependent thus resides in this space of electric charges and silicon circuitboards hosted through the telephone lines.

jonny`
+ 7/30/2005 10:03:00 am