I discovered the Maroon Bells, as they’re called, only a couple of years ago.
Located near Aspen, Colorado, they remind me yet again of why ancient peoples often thought of mountains as the residence of the divine, and spoke of temples as “the mountain of the Lord.”
Unless one is truly a hardcore atheist, it’s difficult, I think, not to be aware of the numinous divine when contemplating such a landscape. And even the most flinty secularist, I suspect, will often feel a sense of exaltation.
As Gerard Manley Hopkins put it,