Legend tells of a mountaineer, consumed by passion and ambition, who resolved to tackle the challenge of scaling Aconcagua after countless years of meticulous training. He yearned to stand alone in his achievement, so he chose to undertake the journey by himself.
The Rope of Fate — Contemplations on Faith
With resolve, he began his ascent, but time slipped through his fingers, and the hours vanished. He had not planned a halt for rest; his determination drove him onward, even as the darkness of the night began to envelop him.
The veil of night settled thickly at the mountain’s peak. Visibility diminished to nil; a moonless sky with stars hidden behind clouds. On an especially treacherous stretch, just shy of the summit, he lost his balance and began a free fall.
As he plummeted at a harrowing speed, he saw only fleeting shadows that blended into the blackness, and the terrifying sensation of the abyss pulling him in.
As he fell, his entire life played out before him, reliving both joyful and painful moments. Resigned to his impending end, he suddenly felt a sharp tug that nearly split him in half.
Like any skilled mountaineer, he had anchored pegs with an extensive rope tied to his belt. Amid the stillness that followed his abrupt halt, he cried out to the heavens:
“Save me, Divine One!”
From the heights, a resonant and majestic voice replied:
— “What do you seek from me, child?”
—”Save me, O Divine.”
—”Do you trust that I can?”
—”Undoubtedly, Master.”
—”Then, release the rope that binds you…”
In the quiet suspense, the man clung tighter to his rope, lost in thought…
It’s said that rescuers, at the break of the following day, discovered a frozen mountaineer, gripping his rope firmly… just two meters from the ground.
And you? How much faith do you place in your rope? Would you dare to let go?
