I've always admired hardcore climbers. Mostly because it's a pants-shittingly scary activity. But lately I've been fascinated by it for a different reason. Everyone has a different theory on why peering over a precipice is so exhilarating.|
Some blog guy has this to say:
Climbing is the most physical embodiment of existential philosophy I can think of; to paraphrase Sartre, man makes his own meaning and my absolute favorite, Kierkegaard: “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”
Skydiving offers a similar experience, I guess, but whilst it is equally insane (willingly hurling yourself into the void is a bit odd), it requires considerably less skill. And less time for contemplation.
I'd love to go mountain-climbing, but I have neither the balls nor the time to develop the skills required.
I'm curious about the sensations it affords you, though... being confronted with the fragility of your existence. Hanging on by a thread, quite literally... etc.
People like Joe Simpson make it sound like a spiritual experience. Something that cuts through all the extraneous crap and kicks you square in the metaphorical balls.
/woah duuude etc.
Edited by sirtacos at 06:04:44 27-11-2012