Making sense

This poem somehow makes sense for me, of those mountain-top experiences.
It is by Rene Daumal.

You cannot stay on the summit forever
you just have to come down again.
So why bother in the first place?
There is an art of conducting oneself
in the
lower regime by the memory of what we

saw higher up.
When one can no longer see,we can
at least still know.

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