A man cannot move a mountain but he can climb it. It is magnificent and man is small. It has time and man is always closer to death than to life. It does not feel and man is driven by emotion. And to the mountain man is nothing. But to man the mountain is a challenge.

As time ticks on man often forgets about mountains and challenges but the mountain has no cares. It sits serenely in its place. And while most men get lost in petty and insignificant worries, marriage and children, the mountain never loses sight of the sky above it.

And when we are lowered into our grave and covered with dirt, never having come back to the mountain, it looks as the mourners walk away and soon smile again. The mountain does not mourn for it is a mountain. And mountains are made of rock and dirt and so it does not smile.