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  • 'I am overtaken by that northern void- no wind, no cloud, no track, no bird, only the crystal crescents between the peaks, the ringing monuments of rock that, freed from the talons of ice and snow, thrust an implacable being into the blue. In the early light, the rock shadows on the snow are sharp; in the tension of light and dark is the power of the universe.

    The stillness to which all returns, this is reality, and soul and sanity have no more meaning here than a gust of snow; such transience and insignificance are exalting, terrifying, all at once, like the sudden discovery, in meditation, of one's own transparence.

    Snow mountains, more than sea or sky, serve as a mirror to one's own true being, utterly still, utterly clear, a void, an Emptiness without life or sound that carries in Itself all life, all sound. Yet as long as I remain an 'I' who is conscious of the void and stands apart from it, there will remain a snow mist on the mirror.'

    Peter Matthiesson, The Snow Leopard
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