There is no way to plan for it. It comes suddenly, THAT MOMENT. And you are then rendered fragile. The surprise is much like a man cutting himself after years of perfect shaves. I mean, what man plans to do that? Exactly. But suddenly the taste of mortality runs red down his neck and in THAT MOMENT he knows, even if he is commonly dull, that his footing in this world is no longer sure. THAT MOMENT, while shock, can be salvation if he’ll swallow it. For it holds sudden forgiveness, not only for himself but others. Then he can descend. He is not a god. He is vincible.