Skidding down the cliff, grasping for a hold, cutting and scraping and trembling. You want to kick off, to fall and be done with it.

But you will remain, frantically clawing at the edge as it rushes past, always and forever. This cliff will last as long as you do.

You will get no relief.

But will you suffer so that others will not? The question rings.

You will suffer, and so will everybody else. You will carry on falling, but never quickly.