Simon comments:
I am in Zakopane, fighting mountains. Their size and tranquility offends me.
This mountain thought itself my better, but I have trampled its heights beneath my feet. I have stood upon its pinnacle and cavorted like an ape, furious and triumphant. I have looked upon its rocky soul, and it knew its master. I tore it down rock by rock, crushed the rocks into pebbles and the pebbles into sand, and I cast the sand to the four winds.
This was the price of its arrogance.