Topless

Topless: I am not referring to the nudists on the beach. At least, not for the time being. Instead, I am thinking of the way in which the world where some of us live somehow ends up equating striving for one's best with trying to reaching the top of something, whatever that thing may be. Top, in comparison to what, and according to whom? We may choose to ask, question, and argue, or not argue, but faith in stratification still exists and will exist worldwide, regardless of what we may think. As such, we have no choice but to go topless, rejoicing in being able to appreciate, at high noon, the beauty of clouds, whose stormy underbellies - the very bottom layer of the stratified ice and dust - watch over us with so much serenity and wisdom, that they sometimes come very close, extremely close, to bringing us to tears.