Full Moon over Marseille Bay

Our most precious memories have little - if anything - to do with reason. Why do we climb that mountain? Because it is there. Because we can do it - or we want to find out if we can do it. To be alive is to cross borders - inner borders, external borders - rather than to follow rules and act as a functioning spare part of the big, mindless machine we have turned our world into. It serves no purpose to climb the cliffs of a calanque above the sea at night, in the moon light, except that it is a joyful experience, perhaps even a memory of growth. And unlike many other things we devote our time and effort to - as individuals, as a planetary species - I dare say our joy and our inner growth indeed are ends in themselves, something worth pursuing, even at a risk, even when there is no "material gain" involved. Especially BECAUSE there is no material gain involved!