Have you heard of the Cliff of Escape? Maybe there isn't such a place, or maybe it could be any place where dream and death meet.
You stand at the verge of this cliff and look down at the bottom. There is a small piece of grass adjacent to the black-sand beach. You gaze into that greenness. The green is so thick that the color almost flows into your eyes; you feel as if you are lured by your vision into something like a dream. At time you have this fearfully strange hope, or almost a belief, that you have these wings that would carry your earthly flesh. You feel an urge to jump off the cliff and fly away with these wings; you want to break free, free from this world that traps and strangles you. So you jump, but you have no wings; the earth pulls you and you descend down to that piece of green. You feel that death is drawing near and that all is irrevocable, and then you feel nothing--all is settled in that realm of idealistic and eternal green.
June 4 2017