Because the Mountain Knows
{With mighty Kili watching over. (Pic courtesy: Rajesh Ramakrishnan)} Because the Mountain knows. HE knew the moment I set foot on Him, there is little chance of straying too far away; certainly not for very long. Because the Mountain knows. HE knew, while stripping me off a lot, most of all, rearranging my sense of 'I'; the sense that got toggled around on its axis; a reframing of 'what makes me' and 'what (all) I possibly can be'. Because the Mountain knows. His magnificence is in his benevolence, the benevolence of the 'knowing' he imparts. The hard and the soft, coexisting. The certain invincibility of purpose and possibilities, together and simultaneously. The certain timelessness within a finite moment : as in the moment of my physical body striving against the odds, to touch the summit; and the soulful timelessness of reaching the Peak. Because the Mountain knows. Because ...