I still lose my temper at times, but I've learnt a lot since then...Edmund Hillary was only twenty years old when he climbed Mt. Olivier.
Which in all honesty, didn't look terribly difficult.
Well we knocked the bastard off!
My God, I thought, I'll have to get a new pair of overalls.
It certainly proved the most sensible action I've ever taken.
There is much in America that was stimulating and exciting, yet so much that puzzled and distressed me. I disliked the constant appeal to my baser instincts, the pressure to do things and buy things and read things which would be of little real use to me. The great American machine was churning out so much wealth and useless luxuries--it seemed too materialistic, pleasure seeking, and aggressive--even the few churches I visited had facilities and philosophies that put little strain on body or conscience.
These are bits and pieces of the mystery, not given that we should understand and thereby dissolve it, but that with each new speck its depth might be expanded and we humbled.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Nothing Venture, Nothing Win
Edmund Hillary
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