July 16th, 1999, 1:50am
Some pretty heavy self-revelations usually come to me in the dead of night or the wee small hours of the morning, but I've had my share of revelations so now I'm just musing.
Hunter has a wonderful opinion about the Edge. That the only people who truly know where it is, are hose who've gone over. True enough, for how often have we thought that that invisible, yet all-too-real, barrier wasn't where we thought it would be. That in actuality, it wasn't at the end of our toes, and we weren't about to stumble ourselves over, but rather, it was a good ten feet or so in front of us, and instead of hurling ourselves into oblivion, we smack ourselves into very real and very hard dirt. Hence, I believe, the very real term "pick yourself up and dust yourself off". There is nothing else to do, really, because no self respecting individual would stay there, face down in the mud, until the Edge creeps close enough to hurl oneself off of. And so we forge on. "Once more into the breach, dear friends…"