Elevation assumes importance. If there is a mountain I will put you on its peak. They say the trail to Mt. Everest is riddled with bodies, hundreds every year perishing at the thought of glory. But who would they see once they reach the summit? Whose glory would they realize, gazing at the arching air currents flooding off them like vapor from a can of liquid nitrogen.
My ninth grade science teacher froze a banana and smashed it against a black desk. He did it with a rose too. He repeated the experiment until the wonder almost wore off.