Far from reality I pulled on a glassy crimp. The wind, our only source of worries blows violently sending the crash pads hurdling off as a parody of spotters run in every direction attempting to battle the wind. The climbing day is ended early as we bundle into a vehicle to take refuge at a town coffee shop. This life maybe simple in these moments, but selfish as it is climbing rocky remains of glacial ages. As we read, in comfort from the glossy glow of our laptop screens, of the crumbling unnatural of western ideals and failure of human culture. Is there something more beneficial one could be doing?
It seems futile to argue with prevailing heads when U.N. leaders choose to seemingly waist there time telling Canada there medical cannabis users are breaking international narcotics laws dating from the seventies. When human beings decide to let one another live there lives in the peace of there own mind, while not harming each other, then maybe they will be ready to listen to reason.
Or perhaps the solution lays in baby steps, small building blocks towards that goal. For now climbing ice age jewels in alpine like conditions seems the best choice of action, while coming to terms with the stubbornness of those to well off to plead ignorance.
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