A hiker climbs to the top of a world-famous mountain, one climbed by some famous historical figures. And the hiker is not just modestly proud of following the path beaten by great men. Now the only thing left to see is the rising sun from here, as was done by other great ones. The hiker excitedly waits for the moment, then upon delay with frustration, then on further delay with resignation. After weeks, when the hiker is about to die, the sun finally breaks out. Everything is now illuminated, everything appears beautiful, lively – except the hiker. 

‘I have always despised everything,’ the hiker, after summoning the last of his strength, let the words out.