like it's irrational
and dangerous.
And why would I jump off a mountain; why would I free fall over what from here looks like a rocky ocean of endless dark blue...
Why would I leap off this jet and into the clouds without knowing clearly what lies below?
Why would I carry any of this out, when I suddenly, finally, feel a comforting sun surrounding me, soothing me, appeasing me, warming me,
right
here
where I am?
Why?
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