How tragic is a ‘natural’ disaster? Does it depend on what is lost? Or when it happened? Is sadness about natural disasters another tilt at preventing inevitable change?
I’m on top of Mt Alta. Do I need to know how many minutes it took me to get there? Or how high I have climbed? Has technology addicted us to counting things that don’t matter?
We’re all looking for our path, including when we are staggering up a steep slope covered with tree fall. However, there’s nothing that beats the satisfaction of getting to the top of the mountain.