When you see a mountain, the splendour of it, the great, magnificent dignity of a mountain – when you look at it, you don’t exist. That very greatness drives away the pettiness. But like a child with a toy, they are so absorbed by it they are no longer mischievous or rushing about, restless. They are absorbed by it. In the same way, the mountain has absorbed me. I don’t exist; it is too great. But when the mountain is not there, I am back to myself.