Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath. It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain. That seems to be enough, until you first slip. I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through. I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place, Lest this all disappear.
Its a long way to the top if ya wanna rocknroll I suppose