A mountain stands tall and erect in the growing sunlight, a stately giant watching over like a kindly friend, so near, and yet so far. A symbol of safety and security, a whisper of a friend who is always there, always reliable, always present at your every homecoming. A beauty beyond adequate description, an awe-inspiring reminder of God's majesty, a reflection of the power that created the marvels of the universe. On the mountain is an expression that stirs up the impression of a goddess bride, with peaceful features sculpted by angels and an air of gentle joyful neutrality, a fair force that somehow seems to be inclined towards your wellbeing rather than your desires. Then it becomes stern and boding, condemning your thoughts, forbidding your dreams, guiding you back to the true path. Oh, my mountain, pondering life and pondering death, ever-changing, never-changing, my friend and my foe, my loyal guide, my God.

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