The edge where sanity and insanity integrate, then divide. Like the leaves off a fall tree, that variegated world, but only for a period, then depart. At the edge where life loses all significance and thought become disjointed. He watched as the sun fell and the raindrops climb upward to the grey skies. In a surge the rain descended all around him. One thought crossed his mind as he dangled precariously off the edge of the mountain. If he were to fall now would he feel the moment gravity took his life? If he were to awake afterwards, what would be waiting for him? If he knew he'd find himself in a new world, a new body, would he have been so reckless?