Not sure about anyone else, but for the past week we’ve been under barrage of assorted “best of” or “worst of” lists. Or, more specifically, “The best of the year” or “worst of the decade”.
You’re jumping the gun.
The next few days may be insignificant by comparison.
Many of us have our own Bucket Lists — things that we’ll accomplish before we die. Sometimes meaningful. Sometimes requiring skill to achieve. Sometimes outlandish.
But seeing as I never got round to adding Everest to my personal Bucket List, I’m quite happy not changing that now.
Far too crowded.
Also far too easy to, dare I say, buy a trip to the top.
In fact, anyone who exclaims that they summited Mt. Everest is either full of shit, or full of ego. But I repeat myself.
I suppose it would be quite impressive to see someone summit Everest unaided. No sherpas. No oxygen bottles. No waiting in line for a selfie. Carrying their own stuff. You know… something like this:
If a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
— Arthur C. Clarke
I’d like to have a more accurate reference but presently lack the inertia to track it down. Not that I necessarily doubt that he said or wrote that, but I’d like to attribute it more accurately to a speech, paper, or book.
Also, I will never assert that something is impossible.