I stumble along a cliff's edge blindfolded. Tracing its rocky border, I gauge one step, and then the next. My arms grasp at thin air. I have spent a lifetime creeping fearfully along. Until one day a question emerges. What if? What if there is no edge, no cliff, no ladder to climb? What if there is no ground? What if? The quest for certainty and stability and permanence is a lie? What if the point is not to cling to the edge but to lean further forward and fly?