Two points of contact.
I took a climbing class when I lived in LA. The only thing I remember is the idea of three points of contact, which means that of your two hands and two feet, at least three of the four should be touching the rock at any given point in time.
I think there’s a lesson in life here, at least for me. The three questions I think about are who should I love, where should I live, and what should I do. I think it makes life easier if you only mess around with one of the three at a time.
Knowledgeman 
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