Summit

sigh...

The world was so heavy...rectilinear but overripe with casual disorder.

This freedom is new; I feel I can understand the Old Man and, as this is his freedom, know some of his purpose and pride.

With every step I tramp, through sucking muddy sludge or timber trails, I feel my own casual and superficial patterns falling behind.

The old is layered along this path, all is banal, but by it perhaps I can become at last, new.