The earth turns like an anvil suspended in the sky, it is held in it's place by chains of power: Occult, macrocosmic and irresistable.
Chains too, fasten us to the surface of the earth and so around we go, prisoners,
it would seem, of forces and intentions we can never know.

Falter or flinch and you are dead, although steady hands and steady hearts sometimes prevail. Just remember how far you fall when you fall from grace and don't forget that in a world where even mountain-climbing can be reduced to...