There are quite a few people who--like me--love the mountains and to watch the sky. When we look up at the higher mountain slopes, clouds, and sun during the day, or the moon and the stars at night, the images rush over us, lift us up, give us hope. I believe getting attached to high things has to be a human condition.

Maybe we all are mountain climbers, in secret, agonizing inch by inch trying to rise to a higher altitude in one way or another, physically, mentally, emotionally or psychologically. Our reaching up -our hoping for the better, our attempting to raise ourselves- is evident from our language.

Those in commanding positions, those higher-ups who are high born, high and mighty, high-bred, highly esteemed, or high class are always placed on something high like a dais, an altar, or a throne because we attach high hopes to their existence while they sit on their