I jumped out of a plane once. It was stupid. The risk/return made no sense. Heads, you live. Tails, you die. The odds were better than 50/50, but the upside wasn’t greater than what I had before I jumped. The downside, however, was infinite. The leap I’m making now is into the unknown. A space sod unknown size and dimension. A void. There’s no real plan to hold onto, no job to blame, no safety net to soften my landing, and no excuses. And I’m reporting live as I dive into the arena. As I make this leap however, the risk/return is much more attractive. Worst case, I die broke. Identical to what will happen regardless of the path I choose. On the upside, I’ll have an amazing life adventure unbound by work or a plan or other stuff that anchors you in the worst way. The question is, can I fly?
Yves Klein, Leap Into the Void, 1960