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He felt insecure. Perhaps because of his social
isolation. Perhaps because he was a long way
from home. Perhaps because the one remaining
security tether binding him to a massive overhang
in a lonely mountain range was fraying rapidly
and visibly, about to snap and drop him flailing
to a gruesome death. Who knows. But,
whatever subtle influence was at work, he felt
decidedly ill at ease, and not at all centered
within himself. As the tortured tether finally tore
and plummeted him to his doom, he made a
mental note to see his analyst about these
unusually strong feelings he was having. He
entered a meditative state, and attempted to
become one with the world. For once, he
succeeded.
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