Long ago, in the days of prehistoric man, language did not exist. Oral sonorities were limited to grunts, laughs, sneezes, hiccups, etc. There was one man, a man deeply spiritual and intuitive, who was wrought with frustration. For him a time came when ha instinctively knew-more completely than he had ever known anything in his life-that ha must make a long journey. He traveled for weeks with no conscious destination, yet he never doubted his choice of route or the sanctity of his mission. After traveling for a very long time, he arrived at a mountaln-a mountain of supreme majestic eminence, a crown upon the earth. *

The difficulties ha had encountered during the first phase of his journey (a veritable saga in itself) were nothing compared to the peril of scalng this mammoth topographical phenomenon. He climbed and climbed, endlessly, with no food, no water, enduring the most severe weather conditions. His ascent was a slow, agonizing experience of excruciating torture. Finally, taking a deep breath and using his very last ounce of strength, he slowly pulled himself up onto the top of the highest peak, and there, on a small slab of rock, ha collapsed. He remained there unconscious, teetertng between life and death, for days.