I believe that I now understand in some small measure why the Buddhist goes on pilgrimage to a mountain. The journey is itself part of the technique by which the god is sought. It is a journey into being; for as I penetrate more deeply into the mountain's life, I penetrate also into my own. For an hour I am beyond desire. It is not ecstasy that leap out of the self that makes man like a god. I am not out of myself but in myself. I am. To know Being, this is the final grace accorded from the mountain."
Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain
Almost every sentence here has some revelation in it:
The lust of the eyes
as puss caresses not the man but herself against the man's trouser leg
as I grew older and less self-sufficient
The thing to be known grows with the knowing
the journey is itself part of the technique by which the god is sought