The Core Of Mans' Spirit Comes From

To The Contrary: His Life Hummed With Meaning And Purpose. But The Meaning He Wrested From Existence Lay Beyond The Comfortable Path: Mccandless Distrusted The Value Of Things That Came Easily.

If You're Bumming Out, You're Not Gonna Get To The Top, So As Long As We're Up Here We Might As Well Make A Point Of Grooving. (quoting Scott Fischer)

It Was Titillating To Brush Up Against The Enigma Of Mortality, To Steal A Glimpse Across Its Forbidden Frontier. Climbing Was A Magnificient Activity, I Firmly Believed, Not In Spite Of The Inherent Perils, But Precisely Because Of Them.

What If I Were Smiling And Running Into Your Arms? Would You See Then What I See Now?

At That Stage Of My Youth, Death Remained As Abstract A Concept As Non-euclidean Geometry Or Marriage. I Didn't Yet Appreciate Its Terrible Finality Or The Havoc It Could Wreak On Those Who'd Entrusted The Deceased With Their Hearts.