Somewhere there is a statue of a man with his arms outstretched, his eyes fixed upward, a subtle smile on his face, and there is a plaque which reads:

"It was this man's prerogative to climb mountains, ascending always higher, to where the air was cold and thin, peaks barren and lifeless and lonely, incredibly lonely. He climbed Wutai, Sinai, Everest, the Moon; shivering, he touched the stars and reflected their light onto the valleys below."

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