Up, up, and The Way.

1st.. I love climbing trees, poles, rocks, mountains, building, fences, etc.
2nd.. I once fell out of a tree 20 feet, landed upright, but chipped my bottom front teeth.
3rd.. My friends and I once pulled down a telephone pole with kite string, then climbed it.

How can you tell who someone really is? Word tells us certain formula, which is helpful and trustworthy. Wind also lets us feel certain about people, and prompts us to question. Who are you, is a bold but basic inquiry, so might bring about a wrinkling of the lips, meaning, "I'm not sure how to respond." That is a understandable motive beneath the response, and correlates to the equally awkward question. "Who are you, really?" Today I climbed a pole. So did the two men with me. As we cling contrasted against sky, not earth, how do we seem to each other? Why did we climb the pole? It wasn't my impulse, I promise you. But the question rings in my soul regarding my today companions, "Who are you, really?" Their character is clear; all around is blur. Tomorrow I will ask one of them.