‘So there I lie on the plateau, under me the
central
core
of
fire
from which was thrust this grumbling grinding mass of plutonic rock, over me blue air, and between the fire of the rock and the fire of the sun,
scree,
soil and water,
moss,
grass,
flower and tree,
insect, bird and beast,
wind, rain, and snow –
the total mountain.
Slowly I have found my way in.’
—Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain
central
core
of
fire
from which was thrust this grumbling grinding mass of plutonic rock, over me blue air, and between the fire of the rock and the fire of the sun,
scree,
soil and water,
moss,
grass,
flower and tree,
insect, bird and beast,
wind, rain, and snow –
the total mountain.
Slowly I have found my way in.’
—Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain