Honestly, it's not the fact that I can't fall It's the fact that I dare not fall. I'm balancing on this plank. Precariously hanging over both edges of a cliff. I'm at the peak of this cliff with both ends of the plank hanging over the edges. Weights are dropped on either side of this plank at random. I can't know when it will happen, Educated guesses only ever bring you this far. If I lean over too far on one end, Either it will keep me hanging, Or it shall kill me. I'm stuck with these options, There isn't an alternative solution. I will just have to take the leap of faith, To trust the integrity and physics of one end of the plank. And if it ever breaks, I pray there would be a net to catch me, Before I fall too far...