"The valleys of the Alps are remarkable in that they are, in a way, complete. Each one presents, often within the most limited space, a kind of universe apart. They all have their own aspect, their own shape, their own light , their own particular sounds."
Human nature seems to me like the Alps. The depths are profound, black as night, and terrifying, but the heights are equally real, uplifted in the sunshine.
"Culture is the source of all creativity. That of geography and the history of mountaineering makes us look at the Alpine arc as an evidence, a beauty, a line to follow. A line, not the line! Like a line in a face".
Drifting – on the water flows, Pacing – walking along the banks, Racing – the mind wanders, On what does ponder? What time is there to reflect? There is nothing left to contemplate, save the very condition of the soul.
"Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture."
Exposed on the mountains of the heart. See, how small there,see: the last hamlet of words, and higher, and yet so small, a last homestead of feeling. Do you recognize it?
they fish in shadowy streams. Then startling up into Flight, they leave emerald mountains for lit distances. Pear blossoms, a tree-full, tumble in the evening wind."
Where through the mats wonderful green, the rapid floods of the Drau river, from the monkshood, where snow-covered Nordgau's Alpine chain stretches, to the Karawanks rock face my friendly homeland stretches out.
"A century ago, all the major peaks of the Alps had been climbed. All except for one, the Meije. This citadel of ice and granite put up even greater resistance to the efforts of assailants than the Matterhorn…"
Scientist finds new origin of Indus River. More than 100 years after Swedish explorer Sven Hedin announced the discovery of the origin of the Indus river, a Chinese scientist has challenged the claim with the help of high-resolution, remote-sensing satellite images and a field investigation to come up with a new finding. "The headstream, called Banggokong by local Tibetans, is about 30 kilometers away from the place that Sven Hedin believed was the source of the river," said Liu. The upper course of Indus River within Tibet is called Sengge Zangbo, which means a lion-mouthed river.
Long ago, at nightfall, a stranger arrived, a beggar. The shepherds, who are as rich as they are selfish, throw him out of their houses, except for one poor man who lives in a simple cabin on the outskirts of the other houses. This man is so poor that he has only one animal, but he agrees to sacrifice it to share it with his host. After dinner, the begger tells him: "Gather the bones and skins of the animal and leave them in front of your door, then we're going to bed." The man carries it out and, the next day when he wakes up, the beggar has disappeared but he sees a vast herd in his enclosure and, in the town square, a huge lake.
Vois ces vierges, là-haut, plus blanches que les cygnes, Assises dans l'azur sur les gradins des cieux ! Viens ! nous invitons l'âme à des fêtes insignes, Nous, les Alpes, veillant entre l'homme et les dieux. Des amants indiscrets l'abîme nous protège ; Notre front n'a rougi qu'aux baisers du soleil, Et les rosiers du soir sur notre sein de neige Répandent seuls l'ardeur de l'ambre et du vermeil.
“The summit seemed inaccessible; Now we walk it so easily. Far away the first paths grow dim, New heavens have been reached. Primeval mountains and open countries Float far, playful in one. Cities we crossed at night Are a simple, bright picture. Bright clouds streaks across; Their shadow run encircles us. Kill big blue moths Up like books in front of us.”
Roaring water, roaring fall, monotonous yet so melodic sound, tired body, still listening the ear, rushing the tones so familiar to him, already throwing glittering pearls into dreams - sweet memory, atomizing foam.