Does a (can a) mountain achieve?
when one overcomes a Challenge, and to some benighted souls the very sight of a mountain is a challenge sufficient to set them aquiver.
‘I must,’ they mutter darkly, foaming at the mouth and twitching fit to bust, ‘I must beat that beast!’ and so (eventually) some of them do.
The conquest of Everest was quite an achievement in its time although these days there seems to be a well trodden highway to the summit—for all I know complete with hot coffee and yeti burgers at every corner. But in all honesty—does anyone ever ‘conquer’ a mountain?
I say not. No more than we humans have ‘conquered’ the air, the world’s oceans, or space. Methinks we are deluding ourselves but hey, for many it’s considered an achievement — there’s The Challenge, and often the mere act of meeting it head on is an achievement in itself.
SO YESTERDAY IN TOWN
I found myself in a holding pattern in the car park of a lady-type shop whilst She-who-must-be humoured was inside swapping goss with the proprietress. How many times can one walk in small circles around a car park without sneaking off to the pub? Luckily I had my camera and this week’s Challenge, coupled with a philosophical eye that lighted upon a clump of weed—
—an oasis of green in the Desert of Taa Mak. It made me think: nothing but concrete and tarmac in every direction yet some enterprising seed had made it all the way to here from Who knows where, found itself a spot, put down roots, and in so unlikely a setting … flourished.
WHAT YOU DON’T
see here is all the competition from the sorry detritus of modern civilisation, beer cans, cigarette butts, oil stains, gums assorted ranging from chewing through bubble, seagull poop, paper rubbish—and our poor flourishing weed also has to contend with having its feet trodden on by manoeuvring cars.
temptations to the contrary, our weed has flourished.
The wee bugger has established a foothold and spread, it now has flowers, prospects, and eventually may be a dynasty …
…quite an achievement for one lone seed blown in on the breeze unknown time ago* .
* Sure beats voyaging to the lifeless rocks of comets and NOT setting up flowers …