We are all, always falling.
We accelerate downwards at a constant ten metres per second, per second, until our velocity is slowed by friction to a constant rate.
Standing on the ground, our rate of descent is zero, since the friction it offers is more powerful than that awful sucking.
We are only a stumble away from the parapet though, only ever a step from the plunge.
Such is the nature of gravity.
Such is the nature of death.
Added @ 01:24 PM to Diary category on June 03, 2001
We accelerate downwards at a constant ten metres per second, per second, until our velocity is slowed by friction to a constant rate.
Standing on the ground, our rate of descent is zero, since the friction it offers is more powerful than that awful sucking.
We are only a stumble away from the parapet though, only ever a step from the plunge.
Such is the nature of gravity.
Such is the nature of death.
Added @ 01:24 PM to Diary category on June 03, 2001