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Men climb the mountains for the challenge, for the glory, but most of all they climb for the view.
Standing at the summit of a mountain the climber achieves the perspective of a god.
Above the world he looks down on it as it stretches out before him.

There are dangers and there are hardships. It is cold, it is lonely and the air is thin.
There are no maps of the mountains and every climber must find his own way to the summit, alone.
He may get lost. Many do. With the air so thin and with no map to guide the way it is a wonder that any return.
The lack of oxygen and the lack of companionship means that even those that survive do not come back the men they were when setting off.
The experience has left its trace.

It is a long way to the summit of a mountain, but the view offers more than the eye can receive.