How I Found God on a Mountain Top
Over the top!
I had no need of anyone or anything. Alone was good. Success was an individual achievement. Failure was a singular affliction. That suited me fine: black and white was my friend. I climbed knowing that all the glory belonged to me, and should I fail, I would have to deal with that by myself. I knew, of course, that I would not fail: “If you put the work in, you get the result out!” That’s what I had my faith in, and I certainly put in the work.