True Silence

March 26th, 2014, 1pm

On the edge of Ngozumpa, the longest glacier in the Himalayas. It was here I heard true silence for the first time. No people, no machines in valley nor sky; only the eagles soundlessly soaring above. I had to hold my breath to hear it — the way a vast natural quiet draws everything that is far intimately close: a pebble falling on the far side of the valley falls at my feet, an eagle’s wing brushes my face. The glacier sighs and continues the march South.

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Daniel Steinbock

When I've worn out this sack of bones and they're ready to put me in the ground, may they say 'He brought a little love into every room and a little light into every heart.' O snail: climb Mount Fuji, but slowly, slowly.

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