What a beautiful analogy of life. The heights are amazing... we look out at our surroundings... we see others riding their own rides, experiencing their own heights, depths, curves, discomforts. But we also see beyond. We see stable things, fixed joys. A lake... the mountains... the sea... these are among the gifts that our heights provide us. And then the terror. It seems unavoidable. Reality blurs, our stomach may be sick... we may plunge into darkness, or toward tunnels that seem too small. But the fall ends, and the momentum, the energy we gained as a result of our downward fall brings us to joyous playful loops and corkscrews and new heights. We have learned, we have endured, we have survived. Your posts embody such energy and feeling and depth. Thank you for sharing your views.