Of world leaders and pagan gods, of the patriarch and a humble ant collapse they will without Himalayas. One bat from a butterfly's wings, and Mt. Olympus crumbles down. Of thirty-two plus/minus one, the mountain range holds up Asgard even when blood coagulates vision. One thud from those stilettos, and Skyscrapers come crashing down. No matter how fierce a lion can be, it will cower at the mercy of a lioness no matter how many men he kills. One glare from those piercing eyes