You cannot pioneer anything except yourself. You reach summits following the tracks left by others. Nevertheless, that summit that belonged to the walker before you is yours today, it is your summit: today you are its pioneer. The summit is constantly there; if you do not see it, it is because you have not learnt to clear it of the clouds that are dragged in by the wind. But listen: stand still for a moment, and listen to its whisper. That soft, whispering caress contains the prize for your rebellion, that turns into obedience when you honour it and devote yourself to it, empty of yourself.Your rebellion becomes obedience when you honour it and devote yourself to it, empty of yourself.