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I met God on Nepal's mountain flight. Flying above the clouds, at 25,000 feet, we saw 6 of the world's 14 tallest mountains, identified by towering over 8,000 meters in height. Of course, this included the grandaddy, Mount Everest. The plane was a 30-seat prop plane, advertised as a jet. Everyone got a window seat. The flight was about an hour long. We travelled along side the snow capped Himalaya Mountains with a peak-a-boo view of the Tibetan Plateau to Mount Everest, where we turned around and flew the same path back. When turning around, the plane headed directly towards Everest. At that time, each passenger got to visit the cockpit and view Everest head on. It was like being on top of the world in some magically spiritual place. What a sight. This is Everest below, in the middle, and only slightly taller than it's neighbor.
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