There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit
Bottom will not slow up will not approach any slower
But the act of defiance in the face of that inevitable god
Is sometimes enough
Only there is no victory in combating what has been declared
No honor in exertion put forth in the name of shapeless ego
If the fall is all there is
If the constants of the universe at large will remain entirely unscathed regardless
Then the downward pitch is all that there is
And the diver alone can give it form, can give it beauty
Oh me goi, I see you flexing on us