For What?

We create artificial rock faces of intricate
design, fit them with d-rings, composite shale,

sandstone, to abrade the knees upon descent - soft,
cushioned pads provide for repeat opportunities.

I get to pilot my personal vehicle - packed with secrets 
of fractal magic, physics far beyond my comprehension to

this special spot where I contort myself into all sorts of
balloon animal character shapes. Rubber skin stretched to

it’s very limits. It seems futile to pretend as if I
will not notice, wonder to myself: why do I do it?

What was today’s climbing gym equivalent to - one, two,
fifteen generations back? How was this desire to connect

with one’s inner-monkey fulfilled? As strange as the 
face value consideration consuming a hen's eggs, the

same is such when breaking down hobbies afforded as
luxuries to those who are not required by circumstance

to focus solely on their own, or dependents' survival. One
gentleman, referring to the 5-gallon water cooler, making it

known - he will not consume it because per research,
it was made clear that the source is a dirty well.

Jif did indeed, teach us to be choosy, and
choosy we have become. For an unknown reason,

entrenched - I find myself afforded the ability
to, with great energy and breadth, focus upon

enjoyment. education. wonder. involvement.
sharing.