O what horror this day brings! That is not yet
half over. What disgust that it delivers, with no more
than a beat of a heart. A beat of a heart, how it troubles
me now. What could have been done was oh,
just so small. If we had caught it perchance
this beautiful day would abide.
How are we to ever think of such dreadful
things to happen to others but not of ourselves?
Certainly that is what has appeared, since surely
we-- no, I! -- have consistently pondered this to be most true.
I think of such things as only to have been such foolishness,
to ever feel the anxiety others have felt before.
To have been through such things now,
I believe that it is true, much worse shall I be put through.
All Powerful is preparing me for such things now!
For I have built up strength that is soon to be needed
for what is quickly to pursue such events.
But one can only withhold so much strength
before one slips into the very horrors of imploding.
I shall not be so sad to sit around and weep.
He shall always live on. Here I have proof of that.
For he was as strong and mighty as Mount Everest.
He shall be remembered as that, and not of
how he crumbled to the non-existence of his earth.
You have shown to have been a great companion,
a friend. You rest in the depths of my heart,
and always will for eternity to come.
God bless your soul,
and help you find the peace you deserve,
good and mighty Mount Everest.