You know all about down.
You've been there
You're there now
And on the way across
You see the other side
You see the fine tipped ridge that will get you there
And you don't look down
On the way across
to the left and to the right the land falls way
until 1500 ft below it returns
And the boulders that once towered over you
look like little pebbles in an over grown sand box.
and the lake below is nothing more than a puddle.
You regard this as a fact and nothing more.
You need not ponder the steep walls
that support the slim roof peak on which you stradle
To do so is pointless.
Also, you know all about gravity
You've lived in it your whole life.
There is no conjecture
There is no speculation
about the walls that fall away
and the gravity that persists
All that matters now is the other side
Conjecture and speculation will kill you.
On the way across
You see a place to rest
a place to sit and look back and see.
from where you came
And on the way across
You don't look down.
But never-the-less you inevitably do so
And when you do
no matter to which side you look
you will see the place you will come to rest
for eternity
If you keep looking down
If you begin to ponder
If you begin to imagine.
This now more than ever is the time to imagine the summit.
The quest to summit Capitol Peak has begun.
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