Endless nights of roaring wind, endless days of ocean blue skies over endless mountains within endless days of Winter's wrath.

These are the days that build the soul.
These are the nights that test the will.
These are the hours to gain pure wisdom.
These are the days to make one strong.

If you wish it, you may live among mountains tall.
And you may enjoy the solitude they offer.
And if you hold a strong mind, the great mountains may spare it.

If you wish it, you may leave your flat world behind and let the extra dimension take your breath away.
And let the land bear you skyward,
And Speak to you of a savage life.

If you wish it, you may leave the mountains behind.
But know they will stand tall long after the Earth swallows your sunbleached bones.

The mountains hold my soul and take all pain away.
Nothing else can rule my heart.
Nothing else can be my God.
Mountain wind will silence all and reduce the world to One.
When it's quiet I'll roar my rage.
When it roars, I am quiet.

If you wish, you may speak into the Great Mountain Wind.
But it will tear those words from your lips and hurl them into a raging infinity, never to be heard again.
If you wish, you may turn your back upon the Great Mountain Wind, but it will mock you and push you to you face.
Or, turn your face to it and let it push you to your back.

Learn to be silent.