How fragile this is, the endeavor of trading.
The edge and the chasm beneath it, are a very dark place, visited each time anew with a different torch in hand.
Will the light of this newest torch suffice? Given to me by rare friends, the torch strongly glows. The flame is bright and steady, built by those who have been here before. But is it directed? Will the focus of my unsteady eyes be able to see what is there, illuminated in glorious light? My eyes always seem capable, at first.
The edge is sharp and well defined, easy to see but just as easy to slip off. The darkness in the chasm beneath appearing infinite. Each time I have been here before, it looked just as deep. Each time as I descended further down, my vision grew dark, long before any bottom was reached. But it was not that the light of the torch had gone out, it was simply that the torch was dropped into a stream of stupidity.
Yet each time, something was found in the depths of the chasm. Something that, in the utter and complete darkness, only twinkled at first. Something that, lost in the deep, might give hope for return to the world above. If only I could grasp it... I have in the past, and returned a better person. I wonder though, how far must I go each time, to find the bottom of this chasm?
How far will I go this time, and will there be a twinkle of hope when I get there? Is there a bottom? I am beginning to think there is not.
But I will keep looking for it, because this is life, and this is risk taking.
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