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He jumps from rock to rock in great leaps through the air, slowly making his way higher and higher.  The rough crags are hard and cold beneath his feet, but even at this great height there are patches of soft, soothing earth. Yet it is not the comfort of the earth that he seeks, for in comfort one becomes acquainted with longing.  The blue heavens above are so beautiful.  They call to him again. He will answer the call. The winds blow strong against him but he holds fast.  They attempt not to stop him.  They test him to see how much he yearns for what is in his heart. As he proves his mettle, his resolve strong and true, the winds cease t