The mountain is a mountain is not a mountain is a mountain, winking in and out of existence, moment to moment in endless beginnings.
Yes, yes, I get it. I loose it. I get. I get that there is nothing to get. It just is. And I still loose it. Because there is still “I” and there’s “it”.
It is what is, what it is, is what we make out of it. Ups can be downs, bad can be good. Winking, winking, winking.