I keep imagining addicts on the other side leaping into the air to get those sweet sweet drugs and it's like when you dangle a toy in the air for a cat and they go all acrobatic.>i'm imagining them catching it and then slam dunking it.
I find this very interesting << death. We fear death and the dead. When we die our skin grows pale and our eyes sink in. We fear the sharp teeth of predators that lie waiting in the night. We fear death and dying.