breathe and live. . . You need these mountain-tops of your inner being. Here, undistracted, you may look deep into innermost recesses and here you may sort out your ambitions and your aims and your accomplishments, and see them in their true values, unblurred by the world's opinions. Know them as they are; some good, some bad. . . Hard it is for those who know not this Silence to be still enough to hear God speak."
The Mountain-Lover raised his eyes yearningly to the heights. Christ went into "high places" apart, to pray. He also needed this Silence.
Time passed. He did not note it. There came
"And the talking sun
"And the high blue afternoon."
Hours slipped by unheeded. Far below the level of awareness the Spirit of the Mountain was bringing to the pondering man untranslatable perceptions. Voiceless music rang to the depths of his soul.
