I peer up at the moonlit rocks and feel the wise presence of a multitude of beings, as if I have suddenly appeared on the dinner table of Gods.  They paused for a moment to look at the oddity, fork stopped half way to mouth, glass partially raised; they look at me curiously, unhurriedly, and wisely.  When I wave a friendly hello, they smile and go back to eating and talking. 
Whoosh! My energies from around the universe slam back into this present/here now/place filling me in one moment with all …

Me… The world… Why?… me, the world, why?  The edge of the precipice drops into the fog, as a pull myself higher and higher up the rock face.  I climb out of fog, and into fog, and through fog.  The world right in front of me is clear, detailed, beautiful, and yet my gaze wanders up and down, side to side, looking for some point of bearing.  Gravity tells me I’ve been climbing up for a very long time.  I’m higher than I’ve ever climbed before, and yet the detailed …

 
Well 1st probably traffic…
But after that, it’s gotta be the fact that they are so freckin beautiful I can’t stand to look at the ground in front of me for more than a moment causing everything to become a tripping hazard.