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About mountains it is useless to argue,
You have either been up or you haven't;

The view from halfway is nobody's view.
The best flowers are mostly at the top

Under a ledge, nourished by wind.
A sense of smell is of less importance

Than a sense of balance, walking on clouds
Through holes in which you can see the earth

Like a rich man through the eye of a needle.
The mind has its own level to find.
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