The Great Myths: Climbing the World Mountain (To the House of the Sun)

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SELRES_1bdcfa3c-300a-48ef-b10e-893100acd61SELRES_1bdcfa3c-300a-48ef-b10e-893100acd& the mountain I ascended came from heaven:
& the rock I walked on broke away once long ago from the vault of heaven—
& so as I walked, I was walking on heaven:

& a night passed, into morning:
& the morning star
drew beauty from the sun
as the morning star
drew the sun up from its sleep:

& as I walked, I realized even though it wasn’t the highest mountain I’d ever seen, it was this mountain that would never be covered, when another flood should come, when the waters would swell again upon the earth:

& I knew the stone I found my steps on was a place that could never be submerged:
& as I walked, I watched the peaks of that place spar with the sun—
& as I walked, I was walking on heaven:

& as I walked, I didn’t have the sensation of walking:
& there was no difference between managing the steepest incline, & a flat path:
& the way up was the way down:
& there was no difficulty & no ease—I simply moved:

& as I moved, I climbed but never got tired:
& as I moved, I crawled or I squeezed between sharp stones—
but no energy was spent as I did this:
& no fatigue drained me as I went—
& I never stopped to rest:
& I never stopped for anything:
& I was only aware of my prayer:
& my easy ascent was no more strange than the stream that fell from the mountain’s top—
& as I went, I was walking on heaven:

& all down below, were the many worshippers I’d seen on the ground: & now I was as high as many in the highest trees: & in their ecstasies, they still saw & took the moment to give of themselves to me, with their looks:

& as I climbed, it was as if my feet never touched the mountain: & no rocks or dust of stone were ever disturbed by my feet: & it seemed as I went higher, that I wasn’t moving at all—

perhaps I was still,
& it was the mountain that moved:
perhaps I was still,
& it was only my mind that moved:
perhaps I was still
& the mountain was still
& the entire world was still:
perhaps all things were still,
& only the glory of God made all this stillness appear as movement,
& all this movement appear as stillness—
& as I climbed I asked myself
What have I left undone:
what else should I have undertaken:
& as I climbed I said

– Tim Miller, To the House of the Sun, book 33

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