It seems as though humans, world-wide, have always regarded mountains as special places. So many cultures placed the residences of their gods and goddesses on mountain tops. And, how many prophets, sages, and poets have retreated to the mountains, either for a short time or for a lifetime?
Here's a brief reaction to a day in the Sierras from a writer whom I have just belatedly discovered.
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.
-- John Muir --
from My First Summer in the Sierra
I like that last line: This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality. There is no past, no future, just the ever-present now, just being there.