I had grown so wholy desperate for inspiration and so deathly tired of feeling ordinary that I sough an experience to test my faith...in life, love, Christ, and perhaps most importantly myself. Perhaps I failed, for I found little more than fear and cowardice. But I find myself contemplating the circumstances of the moment, not the result. Namely, if the quarry foreman happened to notice anything unusuall that day. Perhaps the silhouette of a foolish young man, standing at the edge of the precipice. Seeking truth and answers within one of the 600 feet calling to him from below...