So I had this dream. I was arguing with a religious person as we were climbing a vine hanging over a lake of water. Every time one of us would make a point to support a claim or refute the other’s claim, we would climb up the vine a little. After doing this for some time I realized that there was no top to the vine we were climbing and no end to the debate we were having. I looked down and saw we were both quite high over the water.
The thought of continuing on with the debate forever made me weary. So weary I didn’t fear the water. I let go of the vine and fell headlong into the drink. As I came into contact with the water, I realized I wasn’t falling, I was rising. I came out of the water and floated above it, breathing fresh air in the sunshine.
As I floated there above the water I could see the vine sinking out of sight with the other man still clinging to it. Still climbing downwards. If only he could not fear the water.