Last week I flew around Mt. Everest. I was up at 4am, in the air and back by 9. It was a surreal experience and decidedly anti-climactic.
I’m sitting in the Hong Kong airport now, sipping a beer and watching the sun set behind the hills. I flew here from Bangkok and will be home in Taiwan in 4 short hours. As I left Bangkok, I watched the countryside recede below me and I thought about the mountain and the metaphor it represents in my life.
As my thoughts rolled away like the landscape, I saw a circular lake. It was surrounded by shimmering rice fields – like a black pearl set in gold foil. The cloud cover added a shadow to the pond and made it a perfectly formed Yin Yang. From no other point at no other time would it have looked the same. I didn’t think it coincidence that I happened to be there to see it. Balance in all things from 30,000 feet on a Saturday afternoon.
Odd, I thought, how when you go searching for the sublime it has an unexpected way of finding you.