Within Logar or from its etymological origins within the Pashtu dialect Loy (لوى "great") and Ghar (غر "mountain") there is an abundance of eyes and famined bodies searing into the foreigner as he makes his migration towards the mountainous ascent. They are eyes and bodies which already soar, no longer flightless as the ancestral tree, their bodies, surrogates of the omniscient peak . The ascending gaze of the native lifts the maiden in mons, deplaning the two-fold root that is eternal berg and virgin body. Thus, we were only passengers of an old-age occident, the province of the 'great mountain' stood before our weary feet, we were but peasants to the native and stillbirth territory.
We were at once bound to the dreadful ascent (. . .) as this would harbor us both from the despot and the guerilla. The war ceased in that ascent, though we wept and moaned at the spontaneity of elevations, the peak presented the immediate unfolding of the most bleak of anatomies, the sabbath of war seen and heard near. The passage unto the great mountain presents the anatomy of a cosmic asceticism, the infernal magnitude of mass, the microcosmic beast asunder. Once shattered vectors of the immaculate ascent, now temporal thrones of a harmonious mortality.
The conscientious mountain comes to itself through the categorical unity of the damned subject pursuing glorious object. We must be critical of this concealed mythos which presides over man and montes as within bondage and attainment of lordship, as it comes to define the essentiality of that dark light which springs forth, the germination of our accursed anatomy in relation to mons. The primordial struggle par excellence, the spectrum of contours defiled by the insolence of the transcendent stone. Man no longer in virtue of his pursuit of berg places all dimensions of the contour in the indwelling preservation of black sonic immanence.
Aural and Oracular closure! Remember, the thousandfold deity had once repelled, there the swarm of kneeling bodies slowly receded into a black unison. And so, being embedded in this maddening phonotoposes we do not swarm as masterful tribes as those prior to us, we recede inaptly into partial articulations, spelling and reciting the deceased cries of precedent mountaineers. Here the bergmetal as phonological event comes to us as the present tense of a past adverbial eternity.
We are now descendants of those mythical verses preserving the virtue of the alpine ascent. From here we bear the bondage of dynamos, i.e. generic dynamics opposed to man as to his own quest for higher regions of our disenchanted spatiality. Masters of the ascent commencing on insofar as they are devoid of redemption, in pursuit of monadic upheavals. A former enslavement is seated in man, founded in ode, to which the imprisonment of the march passes (...) from cosmic mass borne to the deliverance of the berg's ascent.
Never before in any motion can one both desire and detest sound as within the foreigners passage to the ascent. The oath of torment within the dimension of the alpine is a sonic vacuum, a burrow fastening to the meta-positivity of sound. The montes sonic spectrum does not wholly diffract from the stone, as the mountain in its quest for a physio immersion swallows the breath of transcendence, and so the body unfastens itself from ground, now dwelling as and in mons.
The feeble ascent of modern physiology/anatomy has not yet received the mountain (berg/montes) in its highest category. We have thus far in our embodiment to the alpine inscribed the stone into the wailing sonic aperture of metal; armor once beared, forfeited to a stone capsule . When by virtue of mons we must inscribe the sounds of our soul’s decrepitation into the interpretation of the monostone itself.
To receive the mountain in the torment of the body, the lightfighter ascends with lacerations at his shins, ropes binding at his neck, and silver linings within his lungs. Soon enough we became masters of the great mountain that stood east of the province, inscribed in an abstract monolith, we are montes verissima ascensus; the mountain's truest ascent. There the hymn does not persist as a sonic barrier to the contours revival, the inaugural adoration of (...) bergmetal, releases its alp titans from their reverence, reclaiming the ascent out of the black vector.
Bear the titans mass, liberate the berg...