One thing I'm grateful for: Poles.
I want to go to the edge of the darkness and peer in. From deep within there is a glowing green and red light, barely visible in a cavernous wall of black. I am edging away from my peers. I know what a slippery slope it is, but it is too intoxicating to avoid. I want to feel special. I want to feel engulfed. I want to feel I have withstood trials few men can. He asks me if I am turning the dial, and I reply that I am.
“Because it feels like it’s time to.”