I remember a very fast flowing river that branched off the main flow. I always wanted to get across to the other side but I couldn't figure out how to. I would imagine myself trying to wade through it and the image frightened me. It was very fast and it wasn't shallow. I always remained intrigued by the concept of my attempting to cross it. I climbed a vertical cliff once, and as I neared the top, it jutted out beyond the vertical. I could not continue upwards or go to either side and accomplish my climb. As I hung there clinging to the vertical side of the cliff, I looked down at what I would fall three-stories to. It was the Pacific Ocean with waves crashing against jagged rocks. I was doing this with no tools and upwards is easier than going down. Or perhaps that is simply an illusion in that there is more patience involved when ascending. The extreme ways I've known. Gone now.
I remember the mention of a race of beings that developed the ability to foresee all probable, immediate effects to any path that is about to be taken, or any given situation. Along with this ability, they also developed a method of immediately being somewhere else. They were always helping other beings who were engaged in events near their regular stomping grounds. They were engaged in helping a group of humans who were involved in conflict with a third group of beings. The humans decided on a particular path to take in a particular situation, and when they looked around and noticed the first group of beings nowhere to be found, I couldn't help but see it as amusing.
We put ourselves in danger so often... the gods envy us. Our mortality with the knowledge that we could die at any moment, makes everything appear all that more beautiful in relation to the nearness of the inevitable. That was a good line from Achilles, in the movie, "Troy." Paraphrased. We are supposed to be unattached. Not to be hopelessly inured to matter. I suppose this also pertains to the attraction toward being alone. At-one.
Good judgement comes from experience; experience comes from bad judgement.
You have to believe in the impossible in order to become.