It was the most beautiful day in the history of the world. Jim and I were walking in the Marin Headlands overlooking San Francisco Bay. Our marriage had been a little rocky of late and the trip to California was meant to be healing. The scenery was spectacular and I could feel myself falling truly madly deeply in love with everything one celled and up. The oceanic feeling was upon me and I turned to Jim as we approached the edge of the rugged outcropping. I wanted to say something fabulous. Something about love and humanity and the whole excellence of consciousness. But he beat me to the moment. Putting his arm around me tenderly and gesturing toward the loveliness of the view that lay beyond the scary precipice he said:" If you fell off the edge there? You'd go ploppity, ploppity, ploppity. All the way down."