"The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack"
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Climbing “Led By Sheep” (4-pitch 5.6) in Zion National Park [x]