Flip of a coin, heads, resignation in his shoulders, fate is cast, immutable, indestructible, rising up to choke off his wind pipe, and again the birds, black feathered beasts, caw their derision, blink their black eyes, driven by hunger, anticipating his short flight and quick descent into the land of Charon. A single step off the ledge and the world rushes up to greet him, embrace him, welcome him home.