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I like mountains.They make horizonswith big notches,as if they were forged by smiths.Think of it: %u2014 That old round-top has stood as it stands nowall the time since King Harald%u2019s day.It stood here when they nailed a poor wretch to the cross.As it stands now. As it stands now.Wearing trickling streams and heather scrub and that largesteep browwithout any thoughts in it. It stood herethrough Belsen and Hiroshima. It stands here nowas a landmark for your death, your unease,perhaps your hopes.So you can go over there and hold onto something hard.Some old something. Like the stars.And cool your forehead on it,and think your thoughts through.And think for yourself.Jeg trivs med fjell.De lager horisontermed store hugg i,som de var smidd av smeder.Tenk p%u00e5: %u2014 Den gamle nupen her har st%u00e5tt som n%u00e5helt siden Haralds-tiden.Den sto her da de spikret en arming fast til korset.Som n%u00e5. Som n%u00e5.Med sildrebekker p%u00e5 og lyngkjerr og den storebratte pannenuten tanker i. Den sto herunder Belsen og Hiroshima. Den st%u00e5r her n%u00e5som landemerke for din d%u00f8d, din uro,kanskje dine h%u00e5p.S%u00e5 du kan g%u00e5 derbort og holde i noe hardt.Noe gammelt noe. Som stjernene.Og kj%u00f8le pannen din p%u00e5 den,og tenke tanken ut.Og tenke selv.