This very life is a quest:
A quest shared individually teeming with tornadoes and tempests,
opposition striking from north and south,
east and west,
Embedded of greed, bias, cruelty , corruption,
detests. . .
On your way up the crest frigid hands tries to reduce envious lassos and jests
thus making many abandon their courses and later with them shall they beat their breasts.
Tell them: " I seek no retreat but this mountain I'll climb with...