My mountain of Knowledge

3 January 2017

When the ship of my early childhood approached the land of life, knowledge is what I saw and what I started seeking. My journey began on the coast, where I learned to walk, and then I looked up, and saw all that I could climb. The slope was steep, the rock slippery, the path barely walked. And when I reached up to the summit I had glimpsed as a child, I found that it had merely been the place where earth meets the bottom of the clouds, and that my mountain continued upwards, and that its true summit I could never see at all.

But this did not discourage me.

And as I turned around and gazed over all I could see from here, and all that I had achieved in this climb, I knew that I would continue, forever if need be, in my quest upon the mountain of Knowledge.