Imagine there is a hospitable bench on top of mount Everest and you are sleeping on it with a book and a blanket. Whole humanity is spread below yourself at lower elevations. And you are the closest one to moon tonight. Warmer seashores of earth seem as distant as forgotten stories. Starry heavens is all around you and if God is hiding somewhere in there, you are closest to him too. It is cold but somehow the blanket magically suffices and you continue living..breathing.
Beautiful aloofness is rejoicing on top of the world.
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