The climb is treacherous. The edges, the crevices, the daring slants and inclines, the obtrusive boulders, the mischievous footholds, all of them seek to end the traveler’s journey, and even frighten him at the outset, insofar that he will not even dare begin. “Is it worth it?” The traveler thinks to himself. The climb appears impossible – why risk a devastating fall? Later still, he thinks: but what if beyond this mountain lies a landscape of elysian beauty? What would he have lost had he given up so quickly. Nevertheless, he remembers: hope is a dangerous thing.