modus operandi

i feel like i am at the top of a mountain, but don't know which way to go down.

(add more stones)

its a matter, really, of choosing the general direction. what happens along the way is of little consequence to me as long as i end in the general area i set off in.

(another here, a good heavy one)

the ratio of mass to inertia. the stored kinetic energy of those stones of knowlege mounting up against the friction of stasis.

(contents: dolomite, quartz, jasper, obsidian)

once enough mass is collected, motion begins yet the inevitable results are obscure.

(stack it high, stack it tight. there's no returning here, take everything you might need)

climbing is the easy part. when climbing, the ground rises up in front of my face. i see in detail the issues of each foothold.

(use the small things to hold the larger ones there)

once here, at the top of my mountain, the danger is not in falling. falling is the same as any other way down. the danger is in indecision, sitting, waiting. stopping.

(move boy! tote that bale!)

i am loading my sled.

which way am i pointed?