By the end, the summit is not a victory. It is a place to sit down, finally, and feel the smallness you've been fleeing become the only peace you've ever known.
Beyond the edge, there is no edge. Only the next handhold. Only the hum. Only you. beyond the edge -2018-
And the answer, delivered not in dialogue but in a single unbroken shot: You don't find courage. You exhaust fear. And what remains — trembling, ordinary, absurdly human — is enough to place one more piton. One more breath. One more impossible step into the white. By the end, the summit is not a victory