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Hang on.

So you don’t take the demon’s hand. As you hang there you look up into its eyes. You listen to its promises; listen as it begs you to stay. Transfixed, you hang on but you don’t reach up to grasp its hand. Contemplate. Hang on. Don’t reach...

Sometimes.

Sometimes you just have to let go. It doesn’t matter what’s below. Nor does it matter what’s holding its hand out above. It doesn’t matter what’s expected. It doesn’t matter what’s approved. What’s below may be not be...