Again, I am reliving that age-old scene: there I am, trembling and anxious, in a daze, consumed by a febrile instantiated dementia, forever erect upon that eternal precipice, teetering. Somehow I never fall, I always manage to retain my upwardness – my humanity – but perhaps now, just this once, I shall fall unto my face, blinded by the iridescent visage of Adonis incarnate.