My goals for this blog are pretty meager at the moment. It'll hopefully be a safe haven for friendly banter and expression, as well as the occasional rumination on the heavier parts of life, and how climbing feeds into those parts. It's one of the more strange things I've noticed about bouldering: my life has become cyclical, and vastly interconnected. Climbing, at its most basic, fundamental level, affects every other part of my life. The beauty inherent in a particularly striking line can induce in me a feeling of such euphoria that I'd be hard pressed to say it's not some sort of spiritual experience. Likewise, the effects of a bad day on campus feed into my climbing, and I find myself punching the rock, rather than feeling it. But always, there's that feeling of interconnectedness. Climbing has become a base for me, a lookout point from which I can judge almost every other experience I encounter. It's said lightly by many people, but climbing really has become life, and life has become climbing.
"Beauty is Truth,--Truth Beauty,--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"
-John Keats
Here's a short clip of one of the most physically appealing lines I've ever climbed. Thank Buddha it's almost literally in my backyard.
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