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When the sunset spread your wings,
Warm night in my arms clouds.
Night sprinkling star dust
Will paint the dark canvas of the artist's hand.
Then, when he awoke, the international community,
And the children of the mountains will hear the voice through the ages...

Lies have no place in the mountains. Mask of deception shatters their stone nature.

- Why do you climb high into the mountains?
Because for me, mountains is... Hmpf, sounds a little rehearsed. But the bottom life brings nothing but irritation, there is a continuous pain. And in the mountains of freedom.
- Freedom?.. Even at the height of annoying people will not disappear. When you go to the mountains, the problems still remain, right? And if I can't escape what makes you climb the mountain?
- I really love them, the mountains. These cold rocks, clean air, pristine snow... Walk along the ridge allows you to feel like you're gliding through the sky over the clouds...
Is a pleasure, but is it worth it? Today you can be inspired to climb to a new peak, but there is a risk that tomorrow you'll slip up and fall into the arms of death. And, despite this, you still continue climbing?..
Yes. So.

Nobody forbids you to consider yourself king of the mountain, but please, know your mountain.

The mountain is good. When you're here, everything bad remains in the bottom, and the soul becomes so easy.

The mountain is not a place where you can trust your life to others! It is a place where you could lose it! You have to be willing to die here as soon as it becomes a burden!

The snowy mountains are beautiful. All dirty and obnoxious things of the world just washed off a great white.

And then I suddenly realized that the mountains at the same time harder and easier our to this confusing world where there is a place of deception and betrayal. Where promise the impossible, but not doing even the most simple things. The top of the mountain and the path to it is a way to reset the load of worldly cares and become a fraction closer to the distant and aloof stars.

The rest of the rock was a sham; it is the river and the flood washed away all the bridges. She at the moment you pluck it from the rubble piles and incur the downstream costs only leg for a moment to lose support. And how a fraction of it it takes - fingers on the hands and feet in cracks and narrow wrinkles, recertifies the face of the cliffs, precious Islands, clinging to which he hung in the air: at the rapids, which will readily absorb it and take you down to the point of rest.

Did you ever hear rattling avalanche in the mountains? Just after otgrohal an avalanche, and comes in Absolute Silence. I cease to understand where you are, it one hundred percent. Just VERY quiet...

Nature has created the mountains as a punishment, when she wanted to humiliate them.

Elevated temperature in combination with the mountain air does to the human mind bad wonders.

- It is not necessary in the mountains is to spit against the wind.
Why?
- Get the icicle in the forehead!

To be Zarathustra - this means that instead of foot you have a winged deity, devouring a mountain and turning it into the sky, and instead of knees catapults, where the arrow is all your body. This means that in the stomach you beat the drums of war, but in your heart you hear the victory March, and you dwell is a frightening joy that make her an ordinary person is unable; to be Zarathustra means to own all the forces of this world just because you called them and is able to accommodate, it means to cease to touch the ground by engaging in direct dialogue with the sun.