i have climbed all over these hills. on sunny days. and in the cold and dark of winter evening. in snow and thunderstorm. with a light heart and with a heavy soul. i have pushed myself up these hills and through these vallies. i have laid under the branches on the leaves and sat perched on the precipice i have been someone else and someone lost. i have shone in the brilliance of genius and collapsed under the folly of ridiculous endeavor.