"There are certain moments of looking
at a familiar mountain which are unrepeatable. A question of a particular
light, an exact temperature, the wind, the season. You could live seven
lives and never see the mountain quite like that again; its face is
as specific as a momentary glance across a table at breakfast. A mountain
stays in the same place, and can almost be considered immortal, but
to those who are familiar with the mountain, it never repeats itself.
It has another timescale." —John
Berger |
