For the past few days I am getting this image in my mind: I am standing at the very top of a huge spire that is protruding above clouds or mist that doesn't allow me to see what is beneath them. There is no obvious way that I could have climbed to the top of the needle like structure as there are no steps or ladders. There is no scenery in the background like everything is only focused on this point and there is nothing else. Darkness is around but it is light where I am and all I can see or know is that I am standing atop this spire of indeterminate height and I am not afraid. The mists below are blocking any visible ground or water or safety net. I know exactly what I am doing and am going to do. Without any care or thought I fold my hands to my chest and let myself fall backwards. I am falling and I am at peace; a knowing smile crosses my face as I plummet towards who knows what. It is a date with destiny in which I must trust absolutely in something other than myself.