...how silly I've been living in my little shell of Joni Mithcel and Niel Young, when there are millions of voices just as golden, just as sweet, that will haunt you and irk you to want to join hands with all your past loves, and climb a mountain together, towards the warmest setting sun, overlooking the shadowiest coldest valley, and tell one another and the whole world behind you, 'we'll never have to go there, again'.