When I was young I used to climb trees and when I got older I graduated into climbing mountains. It is a strange thing that once you get a taste for the height and hills and highs of life, you become addicted to the exhilaration of fresh air ear at those altitudes which differ from time to time, age to age and year to year. We all try and buy cheap highs, by speeding in cars at the heavy penalty of fines and we try and climb the hierarchical tree of life, that in business he is the ultimate height of being rich. But take a step back to your childhood and go climb a tree and see if the simple things in life are often better then the expensive attractions of money.

As you get gradually older and you want to climb higher and higher mountains and you then there are old enough to fly around the world at Heights you can't even physically climb to where the attitude of the their craft is under atmospheric carbon pressure and the pilot could quite easily flyover Everest, there comes a time when climbing trees he is a backward step like going down the hill to get back on the ground and then you look for a rocket to get you into out of space, where we just simply have only begun to touched the surface and where trees are nowhere else to be found.

Now the sweet smell of success has filled your nose and the rules are that the air and the altitude are thinner and figure at different Heights and at sea level or below level where plankton and aunties grow in the process of photosynthesis by extracting nitrogen and carbon dioxide out of the water which release oxygen for fish which through their gills and all kinds of depths below the surface enable them to live and breathe and we just relate to the basics of trying to climb a tree at old age and mountains are piles of money to count as we struggle for every breath we breathe went like at the foot of Everest we humble bow to god at the creation of the cross.