Leaning forward, body parallel to the skis arms neatly by the side hands pressed in tight; flat down the ***** he goes into the unknown flying free for a few moments landing as far as he can then arms aloft in triumph. How do you begin such a journey? Armchair bound we are never to speed down the icy ***** eyes and goggles peering down and down ready to fly, see the sky. Yet in a moment we can be there down the ***** in our minds unburdened from reality no years of practice or skis to heft no chance of failure. We can fly on the ski ***** of the mind an adventure of the imagination synapses firing neurons glowing and so let it be with death and life down the ***** jumping, arms aloft into tomorrow, into the unknown alone, down the *****, jumping.