The light of splendor shines in the middle of the night. Who can see it? A heart which has eyes and watches.
~ by Angelus Silesius
It seems to me that a mountain is an image of the soul as it lifts itself up in contemplation. For in the same manner as the mountain towers above the valleys and lowlands at its foot, so does the soul of the one who prays mount into the higher regions up to God like an eagle taking wing.