Why that would be almost as outrageously ridiculous as to think that "the other side of the mountain" was a reference to one of the final entries Thomas Merton made in his journal about a dream he had on his final journey to a conference in Bangkok where he was killed by a faulty electric fan in a freak accident which may well have even been an assassination!
Life comes and goes like a bubble.
The fact of the matter is, it's hardly worth the trouble
to even try to talk about it.
The time we spend trying to make square pegs fit
into round holes, we'd do better
trying to understand how to sever the fetters
keeping us in such sad bondage.
We must continue to struggle to gain understanding and knowledge
of that strong long-flowing stream!
Following clues in what we see -- in our visions and dreams,
we follow that "golden thread" to its source.
(No one can take the New Jerusalem by force.)
There's another side to the mountain, you know!
Following our own footsteps in the virgin snow,
never knowing what we know,
the answers are all around us where ever we ever go.the answers are all around us where ever we ever go.the answers are all around us where ever we ever go.the answers are all around us where ever we ever go.