I know for a fact that many people think I'm crazy because I scale rock walls for fun, but most of them have never tried it.  It is difficult to surmise what exactly possesses people to engage in the sport.  Many would probably say that it is rewarding to finally redpoint their project or that it's fun to flirt with gravity.  Although I agree with these sentiments they are not what motivates me to keep climbing.  My reasons go much deeper.  There is a part of my soul that gets satisfied by interfacing with the outdoors.  Rock climbing is particularly fabulous because it requires such an intense focus on many levels at the same time.  Just like a dance, climbing requires balance and sequence, give and take and a good partner.  I used to loath the process of rope handling and gear organizing and most other parts of climbing that lurk in the peripheral, they were just means to an end.  But as I got better at the remedial tasks, I realized that I had indeed fallen in love with the whole process.  Having repetitive or rote physical tasks interspersed throughout my life is somehow soothing to me.  Sound Crazy?  Well you are reading  The Edge of Insanity.