"I can understand why John Muir once claimed about his taste, 'I'd rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking about the mountains.' In that place -- for me, like him, out there, in here -- I find that I am really creating a space, within, from where I can hear my soul's distant echo's chase, leaving an outline of something to trace, to have belief in and have faith; something to melt away the frost of doubt and the distortion of ego's haste. They are my cathedral -- a place where my frigid heart inside stands up, ready to warm, and ready to race. In self-discovery of the geography of the soul, It's where I can chase my faith, like when attending the mountain's morning mass of sky's first-light-fired lace, where the forest stands a devout audience, and the clouds a fiery choir -- both in Nature's secular pace -- and all are singing together with reverence a morning melody of 'A Blazing Grace'." ~ Jack Mountain