Tottering towers rise, affording a chance to touch the sky. Who are these architects who challenge the air and brace themselves against the wooden pillars of careless chairs? A gesture of conquest atop Mt. Everest and, eventually, all will come down again before Mom and Dad come home. They fear that someone might rumble down from the jagged peak in an avalanche that will not stop until it has thrown its exuberant victims to the softly-cushioned, carpeted glacier far below.