The great icy mountain from whose summit I look down on others smaller than ants is the hulk of my insignificance, most paradoxical inward matter by indolence and insolence I made my way up here where the air is so thin that it hardly supports fire of my life, as if I could know what my life might be up here in the cold, I flatter myself that I am bold climber, special someone, I adorn myself in spurious robes of splendor, hide from the shame of my pride ah, to fall, to incline lower, lower than that, ground myself, found now with others