Will Chomolungma still be worshipped as Queen
of the Wind and the World when she is no longer
regally garbed in white robes whose elegance highlights
her height, breadth and royal status leading
adventurers the world over to her Himalayan
palace? She is the sublime Everest, all others
pretenders albeit royally magnificent in their
own right as towering emblems of the geological
immensity and beauty of the Earth, luring those
for whom exploration of their icy slopes and
formidable extremes becomes a search for
their own souls sometimes left behind to linger
and ghost the edifices that nature thrust from the
bowels of this planet. Nothing is forever not
even the Queen of impossible heights slowly
shedding her mantle of snow in lock step with
a changing climate insensible to the immutable
legendary presence of her divine spirit.
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