You and I walk there together, hand in hand we are equals in our path. The precipice looms, your fears seem alive, every worry a hurricane, every thought an explosion.
If you fall, I will catch you. Have faith in my wings. My wings have carried more load than just you.
You are a myth. Nothing about you says you are yourself, yet you are. You don’t exist. You think you do, You believe You do, thus causing You to believe in Yourself.
Is this belief your reality? Is what you call objective nothing than symbols and God? Is reality even real?
Wingmaker: Throw yourself from the precipice, Throw yourself into the stars, Throw yourself out into your future, Throw yourself into your great journey, Throw yourself to the ground