i climbed a mountain this morning. admittedly, it was not a very big mountain. probably actually a very small mountain by mountain standards. it's been an hour or so since getting off the mountain, and my breathing is almost back to normal. this is indicative of my state of fitness. i am a lazy little shit.
i don't understand the idea of the spiritual connectivity of nature. exercise, yes, because you become intimately aware of your body. but the outside, the roughness, the rocks and the stumbling and the trees and the void, it is divorced from my tedious, urbane existence. god, i've never even been camping. the 'outside natural world' does not make me feel more human, or less human, or different at all. i like looking at trees, and i like finding animals, and i don't like getting covered in dirt. i feel relatively satisfied by how exhausted and slightly ill i feel, as it means i actually exerted myself for once. but i don't feel like the experience of walking up a hill has made me more human in the way that talking to a stranger does, or... many other experiences do... reading a amazing book... meeting someone you admire... connectivity.... good food... good sex... eye contact... all of these touch me more deeply than trees and red dirt and rocks.
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