A wise man once said that the thing he most regrets in life is not checking his parachute before he jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. Actually it was more like he shrieked, screamed and flailed his arms alot before he hit the ground with a sickening thud. Then there was the bounce followed shortly thereafter with a less sickening thud, his body being a tad more tender and less solid/structurally sound than it was prior to the first meet and greet with land.

The one thing free-falling people have over us who have never had the pleasure is a unique perspective of the Universe. That of an arm-flailing, little girl shreiking fleshy hacky-sack full of nice fragile little organs that oddly enough cease to function when mushed all together due to a sudden stoppage. What happens when all that kinetic energy suddenly has nowhere to go?

Take a ketchup packet. Toss it on the floor and step on it. HARD.

Sure it’s a mess but if one looks at the pattern all that bodily fluid and mushed organ… er… ketchup makes it’s like watching art be suddenly created out of nothingness. Magic.

Oooh, and look is that a spleen? Cool!