One of the difficulties in moving out of the familiar is the temptation to close off the full drama of change before its own attractions have a chance to ripen. The sense of being bereft of all that is familiar is the vacuum that threatens to suck up everything in its reach.
What is hard to appreciate, when terror shapes a catastrophic gap, is that the blackness can be a fertile void. The fertile void is the existential metaphor for giving up the familiar supports of the present and trusting the momentum of life to produce new opportunities and vistas.
The Acrobat who swings from one trapeze to the next knows exactly when he must let go. He gauges his release exquisitely and for a moment he has nothing going for him but his own momentum. Our hearts follow his arc and we love him for risking the unsupported moment.
– Anonymous
