On the Precipice of Eternity we stand. On the edge of the ocean. At the end of the world we once knew. At the beginning of one we’d like to learn. Our toes feel the breeze at the edge of nothingness. Suddenly they curl, considering holding back. Holding onto the past for a small moment in time. All the while, knowing letting go and moving forward is the only way. The only way. We sink in our feet as we gain good footing. Grounded. We are grounded. Grounded and solid, yet free as the breeze. Suddenly the nothingness begins to feel like somethingness.