Whatever limb of the tree you stand on, you are standing. You are someone who stands. You get up and down, and you stand. You are a wayfarer in a journey of importance. By sea or by land, it is your journey. You may be the seaman who swabs the decks and throws the swill overboard, and yet your presence on the ship is more significant than you know. You may not know its importance at all. You may think you are the least of the least.