Because in a world of change, where all may rise or fall, one thing will be there, the mountain. Whether you take it alone, or with friends, while the world changes, the mountain does not. When you ski and hit that untity the mountain, be it in powder or in the air, or even a small piece of metal, for a moment at least the mountain seems just an extension of life. SO remeber, when all else changes, the heart of skiing never will.
The smart man does not know everything, rather the smart man admits when he knows nothing.