“There is freedom waiting for you,
on the breezes of the sky,
and you ask, ‘what if I fall?’
oh but my darling,
what if you fly?”- Erin Hanson
The cliff she stood on was of red clay and greenish-brown earth, below her the crash of blue and white waves whispered ocean into her curly locks and sprinkled her indecisive expression. When she removed the myst from her face, she was comforted by the crowd of close company beckoning her to join beneath. At that moment an internal tension surrendered as she recalled the acronym, False Evidence Appearing Real she learned from last summers philosophy class. Echoes of encouraging affirmations swirled around her as she stepped forward and at-last leapt out into blue uncertainty. For but a moment, fear, courage, pain, and pleasure whorled within and she sailed downward into sublime nirvana, which engulfed her upon breaking the cool, reviving waters.