A stone ledge, jutting out of a rock face above a dark bottomless canyon below.
Imagine being trapped on that ledge, peering over the edge, staring down into the violent eternal chasm.
What if there was no way off that concrete ledge, no way back, no way up, no way down. Of course only a fool would say that there was no way down, its just that falling from a great height is never a pleasant option.
We all have a ledge in life, a place of safety and comfort that we cling to; it’s a dream killer, a coffin lined with the finest silk.
The “ledge” is where we all begin, it’s what we know, it’s what we are certain of, and by and large it’s a faithless, cold, miserably boring place.