Once upon a time there was an unattainable goal. It was generous in its gifts: dreams, stories, rich metaphors and symbols.
Gerard Manley Hopkins was a great poet of the wild places. The pictures from Everest this year remind me of his lines:
“And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
and wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.”
Attainment is for the financially wealthy, on the backs of the indigenous, under-rewarded sherpas. Ha! One more universal metaphor bequeathed by the mountain!