What if you got a string, attached one end to your finger, and tied the other end to the moon? What if you went beyond your mind and what the mind knows, right to the edge of knowing? What if at the edge of knowing, of knowledge, there was no ledge at all? And what if not knowing, was experiencing the experience of now? What if you rushed through the tree tops and landed in the stars? And what if letting go of the world below was all? What if Alice didn’t need the mushrooms, the looking glass, Oz, or the Tin Man? What if you trusted the fall, yourself, and landed into being?