I walk briskly at first. Shuffling sacred boulders between each foot. I teeter on the edge of humanity. I skirt the jagged precipice of earth’s flaming lips. I am stunned by this fragile porcelain cup brimming over with exquisite insanity; a wondrous mathematical equation. All of earth’s treasures are scattered before me. I jump high. I rise. I sail, I soar up and over the south, into the west, over & over & over again. I jump a high dive. I skydive into the heart of our miraculous, luminous mothership. I am a skimming stone on a great pond we call the ring of fire .