With great trepidation I embarked upon a voyage of exploration, the romance of the unknown, to discover new peaks, and new wonders what ever dangers new adversities could bring I would rise to the challenge or fall in the climb with nary an angel to catch me, and only God his watchful eye should fortune sweep my feet from beneath me and only my nerve to steady the path that now unwinds narrow and awesome in its curvature its many bows and bends, winding toward the summit of what may become a man. / what one may achieve, what may become (of) a man. To arrive, oh to arrive, at last that final, unnamed destination. And to find the journey was not so much the making of something great, so much as becoming (on the way). All the while the thunder, struck me with awesome wonder to illuminate the tempest night, like the brilliant flashes of day! And send lesser men, though I was humbled then, they frightful, turned back on the nigh impassible way, but I, but I, among the few, saw the rambling path straight through! to a better man, a better day. And rose at last to surmount the summit, and lay eye on God's own country. Sprawled wild and near-uncharted before me lay, like the sun peeking lazily out from the horizon on the crisp first day of creation. The golden and majestic silence that must stand eternal, Olympian and unchanging. Fixed the path, straight and true As arrows, and birds may fly on the wind, toward the very beginnings of all things. To meet ones maker at last, and look him eye to eye.