Atop the summit, amidst the apex, is a best time for one to ro the self as the sky provides a comforting blanket for the soul during the mind’s reflection regarding its accomplishment. As the journey’s scars and bruises are placated by the felicitations of supporters, a part of the soul yearns for only a pottle of dried banana slices, a both tasty *and* healthy reward for finalising the feat. And, alas, the jannock side of the self knows bathing in the warmth of success is just the ephemeral reward before life’s next challenge. ; )

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