Down you go, but all the while you feel suspended and buoyed as you somersault in slow motion like a somnolent tumbler pigeon, and sprawl supine on the eiderdown of the air, or lazily turn to embrace your pillow, enjoying every last instant of soft, deep, death-padded life, with the earth's green see-saw now above, now below, and the voluptuous crucifixion, as you stretch yourself in the growing rush, in the nearing swish, and then your loved body's obliteration in the lap of the lord.
Prior to the early 20th century, for the totality of humankind's existence if they saw something moving, it meant it was there. If they saw a tiger walking, that meant they were near a live tiger. This was entrenched in our subconscious and our unconscious.Then that drastically changed with film and television.
She was more than human to me. she was a fairy, a sylph. i don't know what she was, anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. i was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. there was no pausing on the brink, no looking down, or looking back. i was gone, headlong, before i had sense to say a word to her.