Continuing my meditations on mountains, I reflected this morning on the fact that a mountain is also durable. It persists, continues, and perseveres no matter what happens. The mountains in England where I hiked last summer have endured millions of years of adversities. Storms of the wildest sort have come and gone, and still the mountains continue. Today I can live like a mountain. I can quietly persist, no matter what kind of "weather" passes over me.