I'm swinging upside down on a trapeze, very very high up, the spotlights are on me, I can feel the anxiousness of the crowd as they collectively strain their necks upwards to see me. So I let go, I'm expected to fall, and I do, there is no saftey net, no second chance, but I chose to let go. The ground comes up fast and swallows me with a gulp and I am sent spinning and tumbling down the throat of the earth itself. I pass others falling, and like me, none of them look too concerned, rather, we fallers are enjoying the sensation of taking in the sites of the underground. It becomes apparant that I can control my fall, and use this new found knowledge to sometimes speed up, and sometimes slow down, smiling and waving at people as I pass them or they pass me. Then I notice a tunnel to one side, a sort of branch line, and I drawn towards it, and even though it seems that I am the only one making for this tunnel, I feel it is where I want to go, and with a great slurping sound I am suddenly sucked into the branch line tunnel, it's sides are narrow, and everything is black, and I feel myself decelerating rapidly. I am at a virtual stop now, and the walls of what was once a tunnel have enveloped me completely, I find it hard to breathe, I can't move, I can't see, or hear or taste anything, but I can feel the walls closing, closing. I am not scared, I know this is the end of something or everything, but it does not frighten me. The walls penetrate through me, they become me, or I become part of the walls, and I feel my body stretching in every way imaginable, what was closing in on me has done it's job, and now is stretching out again, only I am now part of this bigger, higher, greater mass. Strange, but I just had a thought that wasn't my own, but was my own, then another and another and another and more and more all the time, my thoughts are endless, and my ability to think is endless, and I am endless, and it seems that I know everything, no indeed, I don't know everything, I am everything and it is all beauty.