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It fascinates me when stones and rocks take on an almost organic form with wavelike motional structures, like some that you’ll find up on An Caisteal and Beinn a'Chroin. It is so easy to believe that a mountain is something that is fixed, stable, and never changing, but this is a lie. These rocks are in motion and they change.
I change too, and I also changed the direction when I reach the buttress on the east side of Beinn a'Chroin because it was too steep for me. I took the detour to the right which was an easy option to avoid the scrambling. Well, I change constantly and quickly, both where I go and what I think, but I was thinking clearly that it is only the frequency of the change that differs me from the rock.
I eventually reached the plateau before the summit of Beinn a'Chroin, the rain was pouring down and the wind blew strong, and I believe these two elements correspond better to what I am. Actually, if I were to order the world based on the frequency of change from fast to slow, I would be at the top in company with wind and rain, and followed far behind by the mountains. I guess it makes sense, since we are composed of 73% of water, use something like 500 litres of oxygen per day, but only contain a tiny fraction of minerals.
Still, on the top of Beinn a'Chroin you will find these rocks, and if you are like me they will appear almost organic. I can relate to them because they are changing like me, and if I would at the same time give you an explanation to what life is I might say that it is simply change in existence towards nonexistence. Maybe it is the tiny mineral source in me, but somehow I have an impulse to declare that the mountains and the rocks belong to life!
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When I came down from the summit of Beinn a'Chroin I took some time to stand still and appreciate the beautiful colours of the autumn landscape. If summer is forceful in growth, life, and change, the fall is tranquil and soft. It is like a last breath, the frequency of change is slower, and maybe this is why the mountains appear to me most splendid in fall and winter. For once, the other otherwise rapid human nature slows down enough to find harmony with the mountains, and although summer, and with it excess in organic life, has passed by I find the world to be more alive than ever.
