Mount Meru
I watched a documentary the other day.* It was about these crazy mountain climbers who attempted to climb the uncharted Mount Meru. They slept on the side of a cliff inside nothing more than some poles and tent material as avalanches fell around them. One man suffered a stroke and kept going in order to make it to the top. They ate a few tablespoons of frozen couscous and came down resigned to a temporary wheelchair and trench foot. What in the world possesses people to do these things? And not just once! I've always been fascinated by these kinds of movies. Something about the death-defying adventure seeking gives me that weird pit in my stomach. I admire these seemingly fearful men and women, and yet I have no desire to follow in their footsteps (or their carabiner lines). A few thoughts came to mind as I reflected on this thrill-seeking life: every human, at one point, desires to reach the top of their own peak. This may not just be a physical peak. How we attempt to get...