I've climbed a lot of mountains. Both physical and metaphorical. It's hard to impart the beauty of hiking up Mt. Sinai at 2:00 AM, scrabbling up the final steep rocks, and reaching the summit at dawn. Red tints the landscape with bright hues, so that even the dun-colored stones and endless sand are glowing. There's reaching the end of the Inca Trail, rounding that last bend at the summit of the Andes, and viewing the splendor of Machu Picchu. Ancient stones testify to the civ