Level. I'm sick of hearing that "This painting is on a new level," or "I want to take our relationship to the next level." What exactly is the speaker talking about? And I'm repelled by the idea of a universe divided into tidy, parallel levels, one above the other, like a parking building.

To me life seems more like hillsides with twisting trails, some easy, some hard, some which peter out, some which go back to where they started, and some which intersect with others, inviting an unexpected course.