Or: Think Of It This Way

A man finds himself stranded halfway across a bridge that he suddenly realizes is taking him nowhere.

He pauses for a moment in the darkness to catch his breath and notices, for the first time, a river rolling along far below him.

The river is alive. It is moving, going unimaginable places, traveling ultimately to the sea, to which, after its long journey, it will be married. It will give itself away while at the same time becoming a part of something even greater and deeper and more mysterious and tethered to the moon.

In such an instance, faced with such a choice, what kind of fool would not choose the river?

Come on: Jump.