My reasoning, if one can call it that, was inflamed by the scatter shot passions of youth and a literary diet overly rich in the works of Nietzshe, Kerouac, and John Menlove Edwards.

If you're bumming out, you're not gonna get to the top, so as long as we're up here we might as well make a point of grooving. (Quoting Scott Fischer)

In climbing, having confidence in your partners is no small concern. One climber's actions can affect the welfare of the entire team.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

Short form media is reductionist by nature.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

But now that I was finally here, standing on the summit of Mount Everest, I just couldn't summon the energy to care.