There’s an interesting experience falling down a well. As you fall, the vast sky above you spotlights your point of origin. Your world is, briefly, two dimensional. There is the void above, and the abyss below. However, as you fall, and the abyss consumes, that spotlight gets smaller and smaller - in fact, it oddly doesn’t diminish as you fall. Rather, it somehow seems to maintain its intensity, but simply get smaller - and smaller, and smaller. Eventually, if the well is deep enough, the spotlight becomes a point. A laser-fine exact point where you came from. If you survive your fall - let’s say, the well has a sufficiently deep pool to capture your momentum and prevent your death - you will know exactly where you have to go if you want to escape your predicament.
What a fantastically weird and uncomfortable encouragement. TY.
Synchronicities in life are strange. It feels like you're in my head right now...