We each have to eventually come to the edge of the cliff. (There is always a cliff.) And then it is for us to choose what we wish to experience, to announce who we perceive we are, to denounce what we are told we cannot be. It is for us to come to that cliff and stare at the ceaseless, boundless, infinite vantage that the horizon has to offer. To stare at it for a long, timeless moment and then turn back with a sigh of relief or that of hopelessness. Or we can choose to arrive at the cliff, take a deep breath, and jump. To jump onto the other cliff through which our journey progresses.

Our choice is entirely our own. We each eventually have to come to the edge of the abyss of our minds; our memories, our beliefs and our past muddled with our expectations; and choose again. Of all the hurt we were caused and all the hurt that we have caused. Of all the pain and all the joy. All the desires, memories, shifting into nothingness. And there emerges the splendour of an ignorant wisdom.