A lifetime of one foot in front of the other, it was all for this moment. An unyielding drive uphill, against gravity, his existence culminated in this. He had left behind the pleasures and vagaries of the low places for the spiritual focus of the infinite stairs. He gave up worldly ways without even tasting their nectar. This was his reward.
He’d grown hard as he hammered himself against the stone. He’d grown strong, to bear the lonely weight of his youth-chosen road. This was his reward.
The view was beautiful. He sat down and wept. What now? He found no answers in the inhuman vista alone. He laughed. What was the point? He stood up and leapt.