Several years back I was sitting around a small fire in the remote Himalaya. We had a diverse trekking group. It was dark but the stars in North Nepal on the border of Tibet cast a wonderful sprinkle of light.
The conversation turned to the moon. How Beautiful, How blue, How mysterious, A spiritual teacher, How men had been there, and walked in the unknown. On that comment a Sherpa from a small village of 8 stone huts interrupted. "No man has been there!" He said it with complete conviction. We all smiled, humbled by the purity of the Sherpas statement. I said "Well yes, man has flown there". I grabbed a stick and mimicked a rocket flight.
The Sherpas are mountain people, they walk everywhere. They will walk 3 days to make a 3 minute phone call. 2 days to visit a friend for an hour. The trails are stony and steep.
The Sherpa interrupted again "No! No! No! You show me the trail that goes there."
The conversation turned to the moon. How Beautiful, How blue, How mysterious, A spiritual teacher, How men had been there, and walked in the unknown. On that comment a Sherpa from a small village of 8 stone huts interrupted. "No man has been there!" He said it with complete conviction. We all smiled, humbled by the purity of the Sherpas statement. I said "Well yes, man has flown there". I grabbed a stick and mimicked a rocket flight.
The Sherpas are mountain people, they walk everywhere. They will walk 3 days to make a 3 minute phone call. 2 days to visit a friend for an hour. The trails are stony and steep.
The Sherpa interrupted again "No! No! No! You show me the trail that goes there."
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