This is a recurring theme in my dreams - I climb a great lush mountain, knowing I have to see what's up top. I encounter 5 large pillars, usually stone, covered in sinewy vines. As I stand at the top I see there are people on the other pillars, who leap off one by one. I leap off too. I can see my body falling as if I'm a winter bird. The grass shines at my below, greener than the oldest sea. When I land the ground presses into my feet like a sponge. This is a photographic interpretation of what it feels like to leap from the pillar.