Out of that aloneness - the experience of God. There is no other way; there has never been any and there is never going to be.
We'll climb with you and steal your women.
At its best, climbing becomes a life focus around which everything else must orbit and at its least is an excellent diversion from the real world.
We cannot lower the mountain, therefore we must elevate ourselves.
The climbing and soloing aren't worth dying for, but they are worth risking dying for.
You know your life is over when you own a lawnmower.
Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand.
. . . for the contingent out there who sneer at heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman and Captain America, those icons who still, at their core, represent selfless sacrifice for the greater good, and who justify their contempt by saying, oh, it's so unrealistic, no one would ever be so noble. . . grow up. Seriously. Cynicism is not maturity, do not mistake the one for the other. If you truly cannot accept a story where someone does the right thing because it's the right thing to do, that says far more about who you are than these characters.
To acknowledge that I am yet a sinner is not to deny that I am a saint but to acknowledge how I became one, by grace.
I think to each its own, if nobody is hurting anybody-who cares? Everyone should be able to do what they want and be happy. Who you love is who you love. That's the way I see it