there's something in winning the battle against your mind and its conditioning 80 feet above the ground that is of major archetypal significance in the scheme of being. the battle of heaven and hell, of excuse and action, of conditioning and pure instinct, well, they shape just how much substance there really is to our existence. the point of interest here- that instant where a decision is made and purpose is set, and it's the most beautiful thing in the world; where the purity of free action overcomes the noisy streams of thought flowing into your head that turn into excuses, could have beens, and justification, the archetype- the decision to step off of a cliff despite the furious resistance of every bit of your body. once you make that decision and jump, there is no going back. there purpose was there, and the control is in the hands of the soul. you make things happen for yourself with such action, or you may find every single excuse or "reasonable" explanation not to. the great majority of the human race chooses the later.
life is a series of cliffs, and each decision, a jump of variable lengths.
