A man, climbing a mountain, said:
I am more than my fatigue.
I am more than my muscles, my nerves
More than my lungs, straining to breathe.
I am more than my body, my fame, more than my mortality.
I am more than myself when I stand
Here, alone,
Above you
And the mountain replied:
I am more than these rocks
More than these ancient sediments
More than the oceans that once teemed where now only fossils remain
More than my height, or the names that men long forgotten once gave me
I am more than the flag that says
I was here
I own you
— Joanne Harris
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