The desert and the mountain

It seems, therefore, at this stage in my life (I’m 65 this year) that the journey is increasingly one that takes me into the wilderness, and I suppose the further one goes into the desert, the thirstier one becomes and the deeper one goes into the wilderness the more likely one is to get lost, fall into a canyon, stumble into a trap or be devoured by wild beasts. Then in the darkness a still small voice whispered, “The higher one climbs on the mountain the steeper the ascent.”