The wizened old goat winked a single, wrinkled eye before turning towards the tumultuous who had gathered in the courtyard in confusion. He took a deep breath, reveling in the opportunity to practice his timeless art of proselytizing to unwilling recipients:
"A step forward, a rush of adrenalin as the drop spread before you, suddenly you are falling- no, not falling- you are living." He glanced back towards his wayward visitor, an expression of impatience crowned by a frowning brow. "Such a fall is made by the maddest among us, those brave epitomes of life who do not hesitate at the edge, embracing the fall as we embrace long-lost lovers only to find they were never lost to us: they simply made an indefinite leave of absence from which they did not return."
"Fear of the fall is a privilege granted only to those pitiful few who value their fleeting existence over its potential, foolishly believing their cosmic worth is accentuated by a stubborn refusal to make use of life. We can choose only to delight in their petulant "no", preaching through our actions how each finds their own, preciously individual cliff upon which to our defiance through our screams.
Burn your bridges with the pyre of the heretic; you had no desire to cross those rivers anyway. What isn't first dreamt cannot be lived , this realization is an eventuality to us all, even if it takes a lifetime of falling and a thousand deaths of a thousand deities. We were not graced with their presence in life- why is it in death their blood stains our every garment? Is this question not one to be celebrated, the latest regent succeeding a long and proud line of empty absurdities, no longer sated by the absent minded platitudes of our leaders and so called 'philosophers'.
"Is it not their stubborn refusal to die the one characteristic embodied by all entities worshiped and prayed to?
"Is it this that steadied the hands of those who sentenced the old gods to death?
"What magnificently and madly contrived thoughts would they have constructed to console themselves whilst committing this, the most heinous of acts?
"-Can a death warrant ever be written in a ink that is not the blood of its signatories?"