Verge Point
Gravity is a sharp and loving enforcer of reality. It brings uncommon rest, while pushing us to manifest. Gravity demands that our most rooted (and often buried) primal powers come to fruition. To self-realize is to get grounded. Gravity teaches us to sustain composure while we're turned upside-down, landing awkwardly, struggling to rebound, tentatively tripping, diving awestruck, stumbling backward, or raising ourselves up for the first time (in shocked recognition that we get to try again...and again...and again). Activating our genetic right to become greater than our histories, social and familial conditioning, or life circumstances is humbling — the ultimate blessing. (Trust that you'll get knocked down. Your purpose is to never let this action destroy your motivation.)
Gravity doesn't lie, pamper, or trick us. It never apologizes for seizing our physical attention, or for jolting us back into full-throttle consciousness.
Gravity, in truth, is our best friend and playmate. It loves our maneuvers against soul-numbing confinement. Gravity nudges us to be cunning (when necessary) and revels in our accomplishments at conquering its parameters. Gravity glistens on the skin of those who (with focused abandon) choose to propel into its consort's hands (a.k.a., Space). The only surety is that we'll land! Where, how, and who with is up to us.
