Conquering the world implies, inevitably, facing death, in one way or another. This would be trivial and pathetic if it were not real. Up there, on the crest, hooked on the ice and snow, you look down at the immensity of the abyss and you make your life statement. And the only thing you can cling to is that you had a joyful, fulfilled life. And you have always thought like that. But suddenly, you realise up there that that is not enough. You understand that much more important is that those who will survive you must share the same thought about you. They should be happy that you had a fullfiled life and not to lament you. The essence of life!
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