The mountains reach down and pick up my eyes; on their peaks they wear them seeing distances hard for my landlocked sight to perceive. Who will lift me to their vision? A God of long looking, a God who never snoozed, who never sleeps yet equally whose dreams never cease. God: a tireless Sherpa an airlift the same watchful mountain my body trembles to ascend. God is height and the instinct to climb, our guide and our safety protocol but most of all our insatiable thirst for adventure.