The mountain as metaphor. But what happens after you reach it? Just climb back down? I prefer mountains that become plateaus. New universes. Once arrived, you don’t have to go back down, unless you want to. Or perhaps a mountain that disappears into the clouds, so you never quite know where it may lead.
I don’t know what it is that I’m climbing to
I hear your words in my head, you said, “The mountain is you”
And only worry can bring me down
I’m scared to let go of what I’m scared to lose
– The Mountain is You – Chance Pena
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