Anthony Contillo:  

as belief. Had to make that move before he grew teeth. The third step respect, awareness. He could trip over the next step if he's careless. That next step, number four was love. Can't touch it without stepping the other three above. As he froze for a moment, Ignoring the remaining ones he was approaching. Focus, stolen. Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding. Nothing, empty, no choice but to keep going. The fifth step, felt like a miss step. It was a reevaluation of the first four. The anxiety fear of what it hurts more, caught somewhere between the earths core and the first score. When he finally made it to step six, he could no longer see it for what it is. All of his views and family and life were askew, number six had been twisted by the previous two. The last step the seventh. Was the only thing left that kept him outside of heaven, one last breath and everything could be pleasant. Life through Death. Mans final lesson. And Nothing Less." - Slug".