Ah yes, the great pants-wetting leap into the abyss that we all think about from time to time. Whether shoved or prompted by our sixth martini it does offer us a way out. To take it or not to take it. To dive free form into the unknown and potentially into the arms of a ravishing beauty called satisfaction or stay put, peer over the ledge, remote in hand, and turn to resume bingeing on Love After Lock-Up, yum-yum. Wonderful poem Thom. It hit the spot.