The world is like a tree full of monkeys,
All on different limbs at different levels.
Some monkeys are climbing up, some down.
The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces.
The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.
Am a "plainsman" meself. The Australian landscape has few tall trees, not much in the way of mountains, and inherently no real concept of monkeys.
It does, though, remind me of a story from Ireland.
A tourist from England wandered onto a wharf where Paddy was catching crabs.
Paddy put the crabs into a bucket .
"Um," sez the tourist, "should you not put a lid on that bucket?"
"Nah, " sez Paddy, "They're Irish crabs. Soon as one tries t' crawl out, t' others will pull 'im back in."