How would it feel to exist on a cliff edge? Looking down at the drop beside you and feeling your balance waver inside your stomach. Waiting to see which gale of wind blows you over. What happens after we fall? Is there a limit to how many times a person can fall before they stay there, knowing that to get back up is to face the possibility of falling once more. How does energy come back to us and what helps us to continue facing the inevitable falling in life?