I hate the top. I hate who I have to be to live there. I hate the biblical two-step I have to perform to justify top-dwelling. I hate the posturing up there. I can’t stand the fear of heights, since falling is a constant danger. I can’t bear how far it is from the Spirit who said He was “close to the brokenhearted” (Psalm 34:18) and that “the highborn are but a lie” (Psalm 62:9).
